Try to unravel my persona, my work, my World. However, never try to unravel my heart. My heart is an attic locked, sealed, hidden and protected. Guarded in the confines of the basin of souls and defended by the most powerful spirits.
It’s in him, about him and inside him, that all magicians, sages, poets, lovers, fairies and angels deposit their ideas, their sorrows, their projects of glory, their interpretations of the world and their unfinished desires. My job is to give birth to all of this.
There are, within that attic, pieces of the most varied riches. Alone, it is nothing and, together, are the best things that could come from the hands of a man.