HISTORY
WHERE IRRATIONAL FLAMES ARE BORN.
A few years ago, I was searching for a light. One that would illuminate my path and help me escape a world whose heaviness bent my back. Guided by my childhood dreams, I set out for a city where architecture, according to the stories, had the power to commune with nature.
As I crossed the threshold of its famous basilica, I discovered a stone canopy where the light seemed to bring the material to life. In the midst of this hallucinatory paradise, teeming with sinuous forms, enveloping atmospheres, and shifting reflections, I saw unfold before my eyes all the moments of contemplation that nature had offered me.
To nurture the sense of life that this enchanted interlude had awakened in me, upon my return, I undertook a work combining sculpture and writing, which gave birth to biomorphic creatures, imbued with light and seemingly made of translucent stone and mineral silk.
I named them the Irrational Flames.