I was born in Agen, south west France. As far as I remember, I have always been doodling on my schoolbooks margins or on the class tables, which costed me a fair number of punishments. Attracted to any form of creation, I've mostly devoted my teenage years to computer creation, passionate about programming, and had to wait until the age of eighteen before I got involved into painting, thanks to my exciting street art (not to say graffiti) period. In parallel I have tried a lot of painting technics, such as airbrushing that sounded like the natural tool for switching from walls to paper.
I was about 22 when, tired of the ephemeral nature of graffiti, I really started to get involved into drawing. I practiced a lot thanks to various crafts for my engineering school's gazette, party posters or t-shirts. Thanks to the final discovery of oil painting, I finally felt was painting meant.
The serious decision of becoming a painter came after my sterile, unartistic, one-year long experience of engineer's work.
Currently, I'm running a software programming studio in Bordeaux. Despite this time consuming daytime activiy, I take painting very seriously, forcing myself to paint everyday, little or a lot.
My personal style that had refined with years is characterized by an obsessive attention to details, which makes the creation of a canvas an extremely long process.
Due to the long and intense dedication it requires for me to paint, I have developed a quite ambiguous relationship with painting: the activity that's liberating me from the fast-paced rhythm of modern life and its mind-corrupting productivity exigencies, is the very one that plunge myself into a deep solitude and inner worrying.
Despite a colorful palette and some apparently positive themes, I don't manage to hide a certain sadness, and a loneliness palpable.
I'm sure of one thing anyway: painting is saving my soul.