A tribute to the moon... I really like to witness the full moonrise, but I have a magical memory of a full moonset over the sea, at the...

(And before the next shower!) A nice ray of sun bathes the workshop at the end of the afternoon and I had never seen the patchouli...

All the finesse of the cotton lace crocheted by my great-grandmother at the beginning of the last century revealed in every detail, and...

In the series "for the love of tools", here are my cutting pliers: Don't you think they look like two birds? And I find them so...

In poetry, with Imasango. "Accueillant l'oiseau fou en mon être j'enlace le feu habillé de baisers corps et âme je me donne" Imasango I...

When nature takes back its rights... and the river its bed ! It happens that the garden-tropical paradise that surrounds the studio is...