I walk, tightrope-walking, amused, on the strained rope of my dreams, between the real and the image of the one who, as a child, laughed while looking at the sky.

I chose a path made of vertigo… Soldier in this life too short, unlicensed and voluntary, I have the freedom of madmen and the frank smile of a distraught artist.

Madly in love with life, my whole approach is a cry, a song of signs and colors, and I sometimes grasp the living fire of the world, between experience and surprise.

There are abysses of contradictions between my life as a policeman and the dance of my brushes. And it is this immense thread between my two realities that vibrates and re-sounds so strongly in each of my works.