Lascaux I start painting. And here I am transported to the caves of Lascaux. Facing the stone, I have only a few minutes to retranscribe all the immensity of the sensations that these beasts have imprinted in me. These beasts, in our time, are these monsters of...

Masters of the world are riding a bikeBiking. I've become the master of Time, Universe, even the master of Paris, riding a bike. Suddenly, I was moving a little faster than time, while remaining perfectly at ease. Biking ! I was ahead of every moment. My front wheel...

Photography is a miracle How could I doubt in the magic of photography, given how it resurrected suddenly my grandma? This masterpiece as a woman, this painting that escaped herself from the Louvre museum, this being from another time, from a very distant past, and...

Night trainsI'm getting on a train. I know that tomorrow I will wake up in a setting I don't know. I will not repeat my day. I will start a new epic. Listening to Nature explaining me its story. Observing people coming towards me to confide me their whole life. I'm...