
Inspired by Albrecht Dürer (1471-1528) – The mill of the willows (1496) – Oil on canvas – 14,96 x 21,65 inch
Bree crossed the oceans, the moors, the dangers, to land in this lost corner of America.

Inspired by Albrecht Dürer (1471-1528) – The mill of the willows (1496) – Oil on canvas – 14,96 x 21,65 inch
Bree crossed the oceans, the moors, the dangers, to land in this lost corner of America.

Oil on wood – 21,26 x 28,34 inch – Unique work
Dorothy lives in Sainte Cécile with her parents and her cat Charly. One day as a tornado has passed by while ravaging everything in its path, Dorothy, now an orphan, finds herself stranded on an unknown land, Charly by her side.

Oil on wood – 9,45 x 13 inch – Unique work – SOLD
Céleste daughter of the poet,
Life is a two-voice singers.
His forehead on yours is a reflect,
His lyre plays under your fingers.

Oil on wood – 10,63 x 13,78 inch – Unique work
It’s still raining on Brest that day … Chaka sleeps peacefully on the couch. He’s dreaming. His legs move very slightly and his eyelids flash at high speed. It’s hilarious.

Oil on wood – 21,26 x 28,34 inch – Unique work
Mrs Peacock is late. She was trapped in the usual Saturday night’s traffic jams around Paris. She has to go to the Colonel Mustard’s property in the depths of Essonne. It’s a ritual. A meeting of former criminology students held annually on the anniversary date of graduation.

Oil on wood – 10,63 x 7,48 inch – Unique work
My beautiful gipsy, my lover
Hear the bells above us
We deeply loved each other
Thinking none could see us

Oil on wood – 10,63 x 7,48 inch – Unique work
Estelle can’t get to sleep. Her mom told her a story that was intriguing, interesting and terrifying. It is the story of the magic Christmas ball. The one that is golden with red flowers and green leaves on the top and lights up at night.

Oil on wood – 7,48 x 10,63 inch – Unique work
Like every year, Peter, the red soldier, finds himself stuck there for the whole month of December.

Oil on wood – 9,45 x 12,99 inch – Unique work
Jean-Luc doesn’t like stories. He hates this so-called privileged moment with his father when he reads a story to him. And during the weekends, it’s even worst, because as there is more time, it is his mother’s turn but with a fairy tale. And it has become unbearable.

Oil on wood – 11,81 x 11,81 inch – Unique work
Once upon a time, in a country far far away, there was a tiny garden inhabited by extraordinary flowers.
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