I would start writing merely about my work, setting up so to speak,
some kind of "directions for use" or "glossary".
But it seemed to me more appropriate to write also about myself
and some of my views on the world, especially bearing in mind those
who would like to understand my work so that they can also fathom
some of the concepts inspiring their creation.
along the centuries and throughout the civilisations, with no distinction
of race or belief, scribes and copyists, silent and attentive, with
dexterous, faithful and patient hands, transmitted us - with the
help of their calligraphic instruments - sacred texts, historical
facts, love stories and poetry, unforgettable legends, peace treaties,
sciences and laws. They are the pillars of human knowledge, keys
to the wisdom necessary to understand our existence, enabling us,
with an attentive eye peering into beautiful manuscripts of the
past, to prepare the future or travel into a world of dreams...
even for just a few moments.
was with that kind of reflections that, one day, while I was contemplating
some ancient manuscripts a few years ago, I decided to initiate
this trip back to the past (but without return) which I am accomplishing
today, between reality and the imaginary, passing through all the
different eras of human knowledge; rewriting what has been written
already, designing once more ideas already gone by but impressive
to me, thinking through what has already been thought, trying to
feel inside me the same sensations my predecessors would have felt,
not without a certain nostalgia. I am sailing endlessly through
dozens of texts, venturing through phrases, sometimes without immediately
feeling them but after a deep reflection I do feel the presence
of a superior wisdom which gives me the sensation that I am a thirsty
child craving for knowledge.
since I have my doubts on everything in this life, including myself
and my limits, I am curious to understand the unknown and discover
other versions of our existence, since I would like to know the
various aspects of one single question, the secrets of this life,
I dive into the past through the manuscripts, through the books,
trying to discover inside them all their details; copying out the
questions, enigmas and replies; transcribing the thoughts of other
people more audacious than myself. And since I do not know how many
more years I will live - I believe that when you do not think about
death you are being irresponsible with life, you are forgetting
to make plans worthy of our sojourn on earth - I keep busy everyday
studying books and their sometimes long but entrancing texts. I
bury myself inside them, intensely, attentive and dedicated. I scrutinize
them with quiet eyes: context after context, line after line, I
slowly feed upon the knowledge they are handing over, I absorb them
while trying to feel the essence of these eras and their ideas,
trying to apply certain teachings of the past to the present reality,
to my time, or sometimes I just transport myself in imagination
to be able to represent these ideas in my work afterwards.
All these manuscripts preserved until now; texts that changed into
keys; keys which are great mysteries; mysteries that reveal their
meaning when we analyse them in depth; authentic letters opened
and exhibited today to the sight of all, which preserve great stories.
is all fascinating to me, it involves my whole body, my whole soul,
my whole time. All of these texts, these beautiful texts, I look
for them, fascinated by all of these places where they still have
their own space; and I admire them, I transcribe them: in French,
in Latin, in Portuguese, in English, in Hebrew and so on... comparing
one to another, trying in my thoughts to stand besides their authors
and understand how they were elaborated. I do this with no consideration
for time, as if time were my dwelling, my only place of inspiration.
I value them like an immense treasure, my treasure, making them
my hidden secret.
once my study is over, I draw on a piece of paper the space where
the chosen text will be received, that valued text of which I will
be the interpreter. I imagine the text once finished - comfortable
in its place, sometimes illuminated, later admired - that I am about
to transcribe. And this is how I start writing in calligraphy with
simple and involved movements, on the support with my quill, in
the alphabet I have imagined for it. What type of letter do I chose
for my calligraphy? I chose the one that answers best my inspiration
at the time, the exact letter, the exact size; a letter that talks
as my hands copy the words, the whole sentences. I consider this
a spiritual approach.
believe in the mind and the spiritual!
creation is a state of mind! True, my work is conceptual, spiritual,
intellectual, sometimes sensual, poetic and often full of contrasts.
It is insignificant for some and interesting to others. To me, in
the meantime, it is my "ego", the best way to express
myself, my blasting sensitivity, my ideas in movement. It is my
naked intimacy, the form I am trying to give to life, to the aesthetic
of women, to my poetry. The rest is practical studies on the world,
on my errors and successes, it is the knowledge I have acquired
thanks to human culture.
a compulsive reader, a book aficionado, a lover of history, art,
communication, archaeology, spirituality... knowledge of the phenomena
of this life interests me. And these books and cultural disciplines
I am talking about have been accompanying me since childhood and
it helped me to consolidate my own idea of natural and spiritual
feel special reverence towards our occidental writings and the languages
they represent, I revere literature and art in all its meanings,
I revere the creative power of human beings and science, construed
as a complement and not as the centre of all answers - like some
people would have us believe nowadays.
get back to the topic of books, it is not only in their pages that
I am learning and have learnt, no, there are people too. I am talking
about the people I like or who are interested in me, old people
too... well, those that I consider wise. I am learning thanks to
their pieces of advice; I think it is good to give and receive advice.
I learnt from all the professionals I met and who were able to share
and exchange with me knowledge, reflections, experiences, thus helping
me to improve my knowledge. They encouraged me to do researches,
to build up projects; they helped me to figure out what I really
wanted to do in life in a practical way. As a result I now have
autonomy, authority and self-determination in my professional choices.
how to dream and sometimes desire, even if only for a few moments,
a world of cultural excellence, more human, fairer and more intelligent,
more educated and less formal - formality should not be mistaken
for education - even when the ignorance and bad will of some try
to convince me - with no success - to abandon my dreams; even if
I am sometimes under the impression that I am obsolete and utopian...
I dream and dream on until today. I go on dreaming because I believe
(quoting Ariano Suassuna) that culture has antibodies.
was during the time I lived in the suburbs of Paris that I learnt
- watching the birds alighting on my window: free and satisfied,
my everyday companions (one of my sources of inspiration) to fly
in imagination, to dare, to wonder down the most intimate parts
of myself, in search of replies; to establish my own world, to structure
and reinforce my small studio, accompanied by words echoing in the
spring breeze; words full of strength filling my soul with responses,
with themes of every kind, with reflections and sometimes absurd
theses... And during these moments I was thinking of the happy little
souls, gay and witty, preparing their nests. These moments were
magic to me, I was gazing at this scene, considering it perfect,
extraordinary, a miracle of existence - not knowing if I would ever
witness such an event again, such a fantastic, such a... great event!
Then I would stop working and go out for a little walk in the streets
of La Garenne-Colombes or Paris, through plazas or the Luxembourg
garden; taking the RER or SNCF train, the Parisian metro, entering
human lines and corridors that materialize everywhere (this eternal
human suffering); in St Lazare Station or in Les Halles... my mind
wandering, travelling in my own ideas, in my own way of seeing the
world, moving unperceived among the crowd, with my own state of
mind that belongs only to me.
is leaving a trace of ourselves.
texts fix once and for all human reflections which are the result
of organisation and association of ideas, ideas which are themselves
a purely mental movement dissociated from the concrete. Therefore,
while transcribing texts, I materialize human thoughts. I give them
a body, physical and visible. I carry them out with the ambition
of making them overtake the limits of time since a work of art is
made to last.
works of art are presented by me on a material that lasts and remains
and embodies the preservation of knowledge, just like an image or
a painting representing discourse.
hold a special respect for Free Will, especially other people's,
and this makes up the first of my commandments in human relations.
are all entitled to love, sexuality, reserve, freedom, intimacy,
respect, to think anything we want about everything we want; we
have a right to express ourselves freely, to believe what we want
to believe without hindrance, and also not to believe anything of
what others put forward; the right to feel we are someone special,
to feel wanted, to have our own value, to be seen, known or unknown
of everyone; right to shyness; right to express our most intimate
desire and to desire the one we love - body and soul - with the
very best of ourselves, without being judged by others because of
our choices. We are entitled to express everything that's inside
of us; in our hearts, in our mind, our understanding. Entitled to
believe in God, to be a citizen, to defend, depend and be protected
by the State and entitled nonetheless to freedom of thought, to
think different from others and from that same State, to express
this openly without feeling persecuted; or to go elsewhere towards
other lands and other cultures, where those same ideas are defended
without encountering obstacles in our trip.
me take this opportunity to denounce the abandonment of the weakest
among us who get ruined without receiving any support, the dispute
of the strongest for a world which should pertain to all; the intolerance
and indifference which have become normal attitudes in today's society;
injustice under cover of justice which destroys some people's faith;
yes I am denouncing the cold war going on between people in one
single society, one single people, one single course, one single
profession, one single family... in some kind of hurried inhuman
competition, relentless, where each of us wants to be better than
others to acquire the best position in their environment, at work,
in their lot, in their loved ones' hearts... discovering at the
end of our lives that we did not get any where, that we have nothing...
that we are all equal! I wonder how we came to that state of things?!
These things touch me deeply and affect my art.
blooming in my work and exteriorizing on my support all the ideas
my state of mind provides me with at times of inspiration. My Calligraphy
is my favourite work instrument and I dedicate my time as well as
my discipline and knowledge to it. Thanks to it I give shape to
the concepts of ideal and beautiful; I do this dozens of times if
necessary, in a never ending ritual, because it gives me pleasure,
it fulfils me, this is my world.
learnt to walk alone, making my way with trust. Trust in G.od and
in myself, in my work and in the future. Let us be rational: nobody
needs to annihilate the art of others to be able to exist or reach
their personal success! It is work that gives us the dignity and
acknowledgement we deserve during this short life, and beyond it.
I work hard! Everyday! With discipline and hope that in time I will
see the results of my work. And regarding time, this time that fills
up my days, I am using it to write calligraphy, creating my works
in my studio, discovering new books in the bookshops I visit: in
Paris, in Strasbourg, in Brussels... trying to learn, to understand
other people's truths, putting mine forward sometimes, after all
who holds the absolute truth?
to carry on talking about what I think of positions different from
my own, I also believe in a world where forces contrast, in the
cultural diversity between Orient and Occident - where differences
legitimately claim their rights.
in the attraction of light and dark; in the absolute necessity of
contrast everywhere, because this life is full of contrasts; full
of necessary oppositions. I believe in the diversity of opinions
and that differences are important to society's balance and to its
own survival. In the same way as night and day are essential to
this world where light and dark live together in a perfect balance.
And that is why I use red in my work, the red of love, passion and
life, the red of loss, bloody battles and tragedies, in opposition
and balance with black, the permanent mark of human ideas or, sometimes,
of bleak sentiments and dark situations.
artist is a being of all times, he is located in all eras, he is
sensitive to all changes around him and contemplates humanity.
with my own time and I try to present my work in a modern manner,
yet I am not a prisoner of my era, I don't live in a bubble. On
the contrary, I am taming the past that I come across in the corridors
of history, decorticating facts which are still alive and present
nowadays among us; models and principles of politics, culture or
religion which are human and universal, which formed or still form
part of the civilisations of all times since they are like mirrors
reflecting light on today's world, opening doors, helping us to
determine our behaviour, consolidating our values, structuring our
society, making eternal along the generations, concepts, ideas and
facts. I also have my own concepts and I express them in my work
with the materials I have today and in a way as coherent and appropriate
to our time as possible.
do not know everything but I want to know everything!
since our language needs to be exteriorized and established; since
the cries of our souls as well as our ideas and passions need to
be seen and gazed at by the outside world, for the human mind's
satisfaction; why not work on signs that represent and respond to
this normal and fair human desire? This is what my work of research
and interpretation of ancient books is all about: I represent the
ideas and aspirations of the authors' souls throughout these texts,
considering what has been passed onto us as some spiritual thing,
which communicates with our minds; identifying in the shape and
look of characters the materialized mind which preserves in itself
the sound and strength of the message kept; thus my quill will reveal
the soul of the text, lively and outspoken, mobile and present,
which communicates to our own soul the spiritual feeling of what
has been bequeathed to us.
these little signs that change contexts and ideas whenever it becomes
necessary, that move us in the deep of our souls with messages that
only the brain or the heart can decipher; regrouping to make up
syllables, words, sentences; transforming into various languages,
changing meanings, revealing secrets, leading us and allowing us
to a profound reflection on our desires and the reason why we are
the way we are. Letters give meaning to feelings, to shouting, crying,
sobbing, joy, love, relief, to everything that is human, to all
that is legitimate in ourselves!
little magic letters, full of personality, individuality and strength
of expression, which take different shapes, Rustic, Uncial, Caroline,
Gothic, Proto-Gothic, Gothic Textura, Rotunda, Fraktur, Batarde,
give us the impression that we are living in another time, another
era; that we are capturing history, that we can be part of it. Letters
that fascinate me with every topic and that I try to isolate so
as to give them a value corresponding to their individuality. I
could write them and represent them in calligraphy till my last
breath. I would enjoy that!
us continue to talk about my calligraphy, this vehicle which makes
me the accomplice of history, it is a tool I also use to reassert
my convictions and beliefs, I use it to express and represent my
concepts in a visual and artistic manner; with the help of texts
which I consider excellent. It is the recourse I have and use to
share with those who like my work all the things I describe. Thanks
to my calligraphy I am certain that my word can be divided, contemplated,
admired or criticised.
my calligraphic work, ancient letters are not merely lost alphabets
pertaining to the past, museum pieces, palaeography subjects...
They have the value they deserve, the importance they must have.
in hand, I cautiously liberate ink on my support, words come forth
one by one, side by side, letting imagination be my only limit,
the border which tells me where to stop. But as soon as one work
is done I move on to another because there is inside me the urgency
of the instant, of this instant fully possessed by inspiration which
fills my whole self. I need this, it is like breathing to me, it
is the vice that feeds my soul. I need the urgency of the "now"
and the inspiration which demands full satisfaction, result; I need
this inspiration which understands the most intimate whining of
my desire to create and dominates me, which, in the most intense
silence, when all are sleeping, wakes me up and offers me a new
version of one idea, another concept of a shape to be exteriorized
or even a simple observation which gives away the errors I make.
to better watch one of my calligraphy pieces, it is necessary to
take some distance from the obvious, from the present time, from
the contemporary mechanisation of our alphabet and avoid comparisons.
See the whole picture, see it all, like an undividable unit, see
its forms, understand its content in a spiritual way, see it with
sensitive and quiet eyes. You need to place yourself in between
the past and the conservation of ideas, which is not always appreciated
by our generation which enjoys change and is obsessed by the discardable!
To understand my work it is necessary to adopt the same values as
those who do not see time as their enemy...
I feel inspired, I know my limits no longer and, full of imagination,
I start sketching, drawing with my quill, and accomplishing my creation.
I do not only invoke in my work texts, history and literature, legends
and facts, beliefs and manifestos... In my work I also keep a special
place to the representation of the human body, especially the female
body with its beautiful and perfect curves, it is one of the forms
of beauty which pleases the human mind. Besides, why would I not
remember woman in my calligraphy? Woman who changes the course of
history when she feels like it? Whose tender movements, delicates,
full of grace and seduction, makes the world smell nicer, makes
beauty essential, makes men ambassadors of peace or pitiless conquistadors.
I am representing them in my work with the same emotion that cause
in me the other topics of my inspiration. I am transcribing on the
paper their enchanting movements, womanly and majestic that only
they are allowed to possess, I am representing them with their feminine
originality that other beings are deprived of... They are women
with no faces, social conditions, studies, professions... none of
these have any importance. They are imaginary, sensual, beautiful
to my eyes. Fat or thin, tall or short, they stand for beauty in
my creations, they are the external shape of the fascinating aspect
of the human mind, a source of inspiration for those who desire
love, for without this image of woman, there, conscious of the power
that emanates off her, there can be no love, no poetry, no desire,
no conquest, no enchantment, no romance, no sense or reason to the
life of a man. This is also the theme of the poems I write to accompany
love for great ideas, ideals, women, sensuality, contrasts, what
is manual, the intellect; the human being; what is legitimate and
fair, burning passions, positive opposition, a better world... forms
the necessary content that gives shape to what I intend to show
in the conceptual representations which is implied in my work.
my mind this art is a vehicle with which I direct my ideas, and
let my imagination flow, as well as my inspiration, my feelings
- sometimes worried or melancholy, sometimes hopeful, contradictory,
passionate, full of love, firm, rigorous, sinful, curious, admiring
- where I express my feelings in relation to the representation
of the outside world that surrounds me, which is in front of me.
That art where, with a firm and free hand, I give any shape I want
to the woman or subject I am watching and admiring, thanks to strokes
I could not finish this text without mentioning beforehand the patient
quill which serves me, accompanies me, obeys me in silence and never
gets tired of starting all over again each time my eyes tell me
that they do not like the result; without mentioning with what determination
this quill follows me in my most varied movements in search of perfection,
balance, harmony, symmetry, of what is correct, aligned, coherent,
beautiful, ideal, conceptual, aesthetic, profound, sensitive, legitimate!
Giving shape everywhere it goes to everything my imagination conceives;
producing letters, the most beautiful letters to me...
take the pen, I choose an alphabet, I fill the pen with ink, I feel
the pen, I move the pen, I draw with the pen, I make circles with
the pen on the support, I watch the thickness of the stroke of the
pen, I go up and down with the pen, I draw right and left, I stop,
I start again, I go back in elegant rhythms, I imagine, I express
myself, I dance ballet with the regular strokes, I change ink colours,
I change nibs, letters, I change direction in irregular strokes,
contradictory strokes, I feel the invisible music that the harmony
of the letters create, I stop, relax my arm, I read the text again,
I analyse it silently, I comprehend it, contest it or give it my
agreement, I compare it to the text in calligraphy, I start again,
I take the pen, I invent, create, make mistakes, I stop, I start
again, I stop, I put the pen down once more, I watch the infinite
space of the support, I raise my eyes, I contemplate the emptiness
around me, I think, I imagine, I transport myself into another world,
I go back, I calculate, I decide, I dare
I take the pen again,
I choose an alphabet, I fill the pen with ink, I feel the pen, I
watch the thickness of the stroke of the pen, I move the pen, I
draw with the pen
Rustic to Batarde letters... I find that feeling the delicate and
captivating movement of the quill is a magic moment, both definitive
and unique, where I can express and reproduce - with my personal
touch, with freedom, passion and affection - everything that makes
up my creativity.
are some of the reasons underlying my work; some of the ideas which
inspire its making.