Over a jewel bow
10 x 10 cm, pencil on paper, 2019 

This series of drawings evokes a cartography of the unspeakable. The lines tremble and trace fragments of thought, echoes of a half-erased language.​

In the first drawing, a curve meanders like a whisper, interrupted by a vortex, a whirlpool that catches the eye. Is it a spiral of memory, a rift into which silence rushes?

The second drawing seems to respond, structured but elusive, crossed by lines like so many uncertain paths. A fragile balance between frame and overflow, mastery and abandonment.

The third almost fades away, ethereal lines dissipating into the fabric of the support. We sense a tension, a hesitation between presence and disappearance, as if the image were trying to withdraw into the invisible.

Finally, the last drawing superimposes more angular shapes, a structure that tries to anchor itself but remains pierced by cracks. In the centre is a scribbled area, a fragment of writing or a trace of a hidden secret?

This series invites us to read between the lines, to listen to the silences, to feel the vibration of a gesture on the edge of consciousness. A dialogue between emptiness and matter, between the ephemeral and the infinite.​

Linear dialogues
10 x 10 cm, pencil on paper,, 2023 

A thread stretched into the void, a line that hesitates before breaking, a breath suspended between appearance and erasure. These drawings are graphic murmurs, imperceptible oscillations between order and chaos.

A line vibrates, a wave spreads across the page like a fragile memory. Converging lines, tiny separations, these compositions capture the fragile moment, the balance that wavers in a silent dance. 

The eye lingers on these almost absent lines, searching for a path, a resonance. Like a silent score, they invite us to listen to what is not said, to feel the invisible tension of the void. Here, everything is played out in the infinitesimal. The shadow of a quiver, the echo of a line that seeks to fade.

10 x 10 cm, pencil on paper,, 2020

The threads of silence trace their murmur across the diaphanous surface of the paper. Each line, taut or hesitant, records the movement of an ephemeral thought, the trace of a suspended breath. They cross each other, avoid each other, seek each other out in an immobile choreography. Absence becomes presence and emptiness becomes matter.

These drawings are secret conversations, where gesture becomes language, where white space converses with the tension of the line. They evoke the ephemeral, the fragility of an encounter, the minute vibration of a moment. In this subtle weave, everyone can project their own vertigo, their own wandering, listening to the silent resonance of the line that hesitates, that dares, that disappears.