For several weeks, another creation has been taking shape in the workshop. Not a heart to hang on the wall... Not a brooch,
Not an installation. A book!
Autopsy of a Living Heart
For a long time, I kept everything inside or expressed it through materials, colors, and objects. Today, my paintbrush is my words. My canvas, these pages to fill.
It's a story of exploration, beats, fractures, rebirths, and metamorphoses.
I don't know yet where I'm going; I'm letting myself be guided. My heart has things to tell me.
The autopsy is underway. The heart, it still goes off track sometimes.
