These are all moments of emotion that punctuate a woman’s life.
From seduction to sexuality, from childbirth to tearing, from eternal youth to old age. And to talk about these links, I collect pieces of life, memories buried in lace, pieces of plants, photos, texts, dresses like so many female fates. These exuviae, stored in memory boxes and recorded in recipe books, form the basis of my work. So I transform, on paper that has become skin, with my engravings, my drawings, my photos, my sculptures, all these collected links that unite us. These stories thus told, unique or plural, happy or broken, are the witnesses of my thoughts for Being and
devenir. It is by becoming aware of my physical and psychological vulnerability, by accepting the imprint left by a narrow and authoritarian upbringing, by delving into the depths of my personal construction, that I draw my inspiration.
Il had to admit that I am not a man, and that in the eyes of the father, I will always have this second place. So I fulfilled myself in these different roles. CF
