Michel has always been in love with wood. Its color, its smell, its caprices, scars... Especially the parts we would throw into the fire. The burrs, roots, nodes, injuries...
All these unique pieces camouflage treasures to discover, to strip with patience and imagination.
He works at it very hard. Give life to what seems unnecessary... that's his mission. I see him who, in the presence of his angel gives meaning to the wreck that I was. Tenderly an androgynous face opens on the other side of the tree. I come back to life.