Paper stories

In an old riff-raff shop in Brittany I couldn’t tear myself away from a stack of ancient books. Back then, in the summer of 2012, I discovered my passion for paper with a history: a crunched billet in my hand, yellowed newspapers as wrapping paper on an oriental bazaar, lost and forgotten sketches.

Each single piece shows the traces of the past, each tells a tale I try to imagine.