No words to define the sculpture, not words to translate and express the perfumes of the wood turpentines, the dreams and the search for my contemporary achievements.
A true dialogue is established with the matter, the doubt about the final result haunts my blows of gouge, my will to advance enables me to offer a new language with simplicity and humour on round and generous forms which will give, can be the desire for cherishing them...
Not to be banal in its work, with the search of feelings, to try to conquer space to allow us to evolve/move.
What one can do moreover "beautiful", it is the division of the emotions through a simple piece of wood.
THANK YOU ELLUAS
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