The mud absorbs me and makes me lose the notion of time. The hours pass, and in silence my hands begin to shape the mud; it is the beginning of a new work, a secret confession between the mud and me. My artworks are emotions, feelings and experiences; to convey what I feel at every moment, while my hands work the clay, I can laugh, but also cry.<\/p>\n
The mud absorbs me and makes me lose the notion of time. The hours pass, and in silence my hands begin to shape the mud; it is the beginning of a new work, a secret confession between the mud and me. My artworks are emotions, feelings and experiences; to convey what I feel at every […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-obres-pare.php","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1073","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n