As a child, I had the experience of the dirt in my parents' garden. Somewhere in Alsace, I scratched the dirt, I made furrows in which I sowed seeds, that I watered under the wise advice of my father, amazed to be able to harvest later the fruit of our labor. Already there, I found the pleasure of seeing plants grow and measuring the generosity of the earth which gives back to the gardener what she has given him.

 

This experience was reproduced in an identical way afterwards with the work of the clay in the workshop. I accompanied my daughter Elsa, then a teenager, to a pottery class. Very quickly, I took great pleasure in the craft. At first, I felt doubts and fear about the medium that I know, but working it in another way. What can I do with it? How to use it ? Where will he take me? Through test and trial, exhilaration arise, of crafting, and  so many possibilities. Then, came choice of trade, and I set upon producing tableware, though less noble than sculpture, but more precious, as I wish it useful, practical, ergonomic as well as aestethic . 

 

Many teachers and ceramists handed down theirs knowhow to me in workshops. I owe them my knowledge and my skills, to who I am infinitely grateful for these moments of sharing, discovery and joy.