. . . i Made a new friend who helped me to discover a new artist. Not new to the world - just new to me! Thank you to you.
a French photographer, sculptor, self-proclaimed painter, and installation artist.
We are all so complicated, and then we die. We are a subject one day, with our vanities, our loves, our worries, and then one day, abruptly, we become nothing but an object, an absolutely disgusting pile of shit. We pass very quickly from one stage to the next. It's very bizarre. It will happen to all of us, and fairly soon too. We become an object you can handle like a stone, but a stone that was someone.