Let’s start at the very beginning…
And so when did this story start? And what story is it? Is it be the story of a sculptor named Jean-Philippe who works with clay in his studio in Provence? Or is it rather about each of these sculptures and do we have to tell the story of each and every one of their birth ?
Each one is so unique and yet so close to her kind, shaped by the hand of this man who keeps questioning the thousand ways of being a woman. Yes, that is what all of these women made of clay are telling us. They are submitted to the feminine side of the world, each of them is unique and yet similar to the others.
In the end, it is the story of a shared desire, of forms waiting for a daydreamer to bring them into the light, whose palms knead the clay to embody sketched dreams.
Once upon a time ... a man giving life to dreams. Only the gods know how one must be both tender and strong to bring forth the fruits of their love...
Vaison-la-Romaine (France), September 15, 2004