After a journey through France — from the vibrant streets of Montmartre to the windswept coasts of Brittany — I let my steps guide my imagination.

In Montmartre, the basilica transformed before my eyes — no longer a monument, but a dream suspended in light.

I sought to paint that fragile instant when reality becomes memory, when the city dissolves into brightness.

In Brittany, matter took over.

The stones, the winds, the endless horizons reminded me of the slow rhythm of sculpture — the weight of gesture, the density of silence.

Each work was born from a breath, a balance between presence and disappearance.

My work lives between memory and matter — where form tells what words cannot.

I seek to reveal the invisible: what the eye remembers when everything else fades.