Long were the hours when I wandered along the banks of the Garonne, on beaches and in forests in search of an invisible force that would allow me to accept this disease fell from the sky as lightning where all around, sometimes, is pain.
Affinity for one day, amid multiple wood decomposition, the idea came on this shape naturally carved by time. Almost sado-masochistic relationship, where rupture of sanding paper suggests a hidden beauty.
Fresh relationship where sensuality of touch is taking shape at your fingertips through the sanding paper.
They are under my eyes touching my skin.
Scent wax giving new life to these neglected wood.

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