My journey with art began as a five years old, in the quiet joy of sitting beside my mother as she taught me how to embroider. Those early moments - thread, fabric, closeness - planted a seed I could not yet name.

 

Forty-six years ago, my six-year-old daughter looked at my work and said,“Maman, why don’t you draw your own designs? It’s not hard, you know.”
 

With that simple sentence, the adventure began! …Six months later, she died of cancer.

 

Since then, my art has become my way of thanking her - for offering me the gift of creativity, for opening a door I continue to walk through every day.

 

My tapestries have been, at times, an escape; often, a form of therapy - and most of all, colorful and exciting moments that counterbalance the monotony of daily chores. They give shape to time, emotion, and resilience.

 

What brings me the greatest satisfaction is the balance between two forces: the intense excitement born from conceiving an artwork, and the deep inner harmony that comes from its slow, sometimes very laborious execution.

 

I love getting up in the morning - my studio awaits me.

I love going to bed at night - knowing I have a rendez-vous with the muse of imagination, even if sleep sometimes eludes me.

 

The guiding thread of my life has been the certainty that I can face whatever life holds for me, as long as I have my creativity…

 

After 78 years, it is still going strong - Lucky me!