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The little Sète girl

She puts her hand on her heart And he sees his father again, the fisherman Memories she can't forget On the slightly rusty docks Hanging from the hollows of the...

The little Sète girl

She puts her hand on her heart And he sees his father again, the fisherman Memories she can't forget On the slightly rusty docks Hanging from the hollows of the...

Last days of autumn

Temporarily satiated, my mind turns to the workshop. My hands freshly placed on the earth ready to cooperate, I create something new with the flavors of autumn. In the congruence...

Last days of autumn

Temporarily satiated, my mind turns to the workshop. My hands freshly placed on the earth ready to cooperate, I create something new with the flavors of autumn. In the congruence...

Le temps, la poterie et la création

Time, pottery and creation

All day long, my hands moved flexibly, guided by the captivating rhythm of the turntable, touching, smoothing, caressing, here and there, the piece of earth that was gradually taking shape....

Time, pottery and creation

All day long, my hands moved flexibly, guided by the captivating rhythm of the turntable, touching, smoothing, caressing, here and there, the piece of earth that was gradually taking shape....