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Writing workshops and writing training. I conduct writing workshops and writing training for schools, communities, associations, specific audiences. Contact: 06 15 07 41 66 / @ • All of my texts are under the "NEWS" tab 2025 / Drops of …
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January 2025 / Circus 2.0 The circus is my family. Here, we grow up by setting up and taking down the big top. We did it for a long time the old-fashioned way. The poles, the ropes, the platforms, the sand in the central arena, it was …
Escape Escape to flee the burnt-out rites of everyday life, rites supposed to give you direction but that gnaw at your wings. Get away because the clouds are too low, because the sea and the land conspire to obscure the horizon. Escape …Isle of Sein, Stardust In Sein, the wind rose is dizzy. Every wall has its barometer, sometimes flanked by a statue of the Virgin Mary. The islander lives with the times. The good weather, which people come for the day. The bad as well …The storm shelter Boarding delayed. Sheep in a frenzy in basin no 1. Whoever says there are no more seasons is invited to come and have a drink at the port when the southwest wind is raging, when the storm is storming. The real one, the …2024 / There are sailors who sing I will not speak to you of the maneuvers or the sailors' vocabulary. Hune, foremast, capstan, backstay, yard, winch, zulu… These words have style, the kind that make schooners sail, but they only make …The circus is my family. With us, we grow up assembling and disassembling the big top. We did it for a long time the old-fashioned way. The poles, the ropes, the stands, the sand of the central arena, it was Fredo - my big brother - helped …Around the Fishbowl Escape to flee the charred rites of daily life, rites supposed to give you a direction but that gnaw at your wings. Run away because the clouds are too low, because the sea and the land conspire to hide the horizon …The circus is my family. With us, you grow up by setting up and taking down the big tent. We did it the old-fashioned way for a long time. The poles, the ropes, the stands, the sand of the arena, it was Fredo - my big brother, helped by my …Exhibition in Fouesnant Summer 2023
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In September 2023, the Penty in Fouesnant hosted my paintings alongside those of Michel Inizan from Landerneau.
+ 1Border Because the grass is greener elsewhere, the donkey jumps the fence. It sees the world without map and without border, but struggles to resist the lush grass and the softness of the meadow. I know how to act like a donkey too. In …+ 1 photo
At night, I ride the dawns. The moon, pulling the strings with its Mona Lisa smile, is its queen of spades. The moon is also the sun of wolves. Its dead star light will reveal enough about these beasts that erase their shadow and arch …Texts - The Poet / Things of No One
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The poet When the poet lifts the eyelid of the world, he sees it whole. He touches the sky and maintains his human condition in the mud. When he writes, his dots are stars, his 'a's black holes, his 'r's blue felines. He dreams big, in a …Brest / 29 / France
Exhibition at Réveil Matin, Landerneau, from March 30 to May 17, 2024. Five of my eighteen paintings are themed around Fata Morgana. The name of this optical phenomenon at sea, sometimes visible off the coast of the Glénans, in the Baltic …
Time passes, no one escapes it, no one evades it. This highlights the importance of the subject. Time is an hourglass that flows. In the end, we turn it over, again and again. This illusion of perpetual motion makes us believe we can bet …+ 1 photo
At the El Pichon bar (*), there is a big pigeon in a very small cage. This cage is so small that the bird turns around in circles. The bar faces the little square, warmed up each spring with vigorous scrubbing. Small parallel bars that …Instruction: I'm still just a child Who would have grown up too quickly In a world of super plastic I want to find Mom So she can tell me stories About Jane and Tarzan About princesses and kites I want sunshine in my memory. Putting …+ 1 photo
Humans have always built castles. In the absence of castles, utopias where we would live in peace. Utopias are like love and fortresses; they often end in boiling oil, but these gusts of wind that push our skiffs are vital. Humans are …This memory could be told in three words or a thousand. It has laid down deep roots in me. To speak of nature is both a little and a lot to say. "Nature is a womb in which we bathe," said an author. Joyfully, desperately, I have nourished …Life is an orange on which you are sitting. What does that mean? The orange is a bittersweet fruit like life. How to taste it if you don't remove the peel? Life is well made, it offers itself to us in slices, to be consumed and lived, one …
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