EXPLORATION 2025

Let stories be told

2025



It is journey without a definite goal.

It is a dive into my inner world through writing, composing, singing, improvising, exploring the caves of Vercors, collaborating with musicians that I inspiring me. It's about trying. Making mistakes. Listening inside.


Let by the spider


For once, not having a precise idea of where I should be heading

But giving space to the stories in me that are asking to be told



Ancient tales

Inner mythology

Genealogy



You are invited to participate in this exploration by following the articles on this page, by taking part in my workshops and readings along the year, and by supporting some projects financially - more infos coming  !



I am also curious and eager to read your thoughts about my articles.
Is is good or bad ? A nice style ? Do I have talent or is it terrible ?
These taste judgments, I really don't care !

Talk about you ! How does it touch you, what does it make you think of, how does it resonate?




All my texts are originally written in French, so they are to me more poetic and personal in French. If you can, read them in their original form

                                                                                                                                                             January

Let the exploration begin



Things started to move inside in autumn 2021.
Actually, long before that.
But in autumn 2021, it became my own path

I started my annual solo birthday hike.
I'd alsways been kind of disappointed by my birthdays.

So I created something.


I took the train from Zürich. To Dielsdorf.

It was my first ever solo hike. Spent days looking at the road, printing all the stages. I had printed around 30 pages, all well ordered in a briefcase. Reserved nights in a airbnb.
It is cold in the autunm, days are short, shelters are closed.

In this little train (S15) heading to Dielsdorf, I felt the butterflies in my stomach. Happy butterflies. It'd been a whild since I had felt such tickles, tickles at all.

My little adventure.

In Zürich, during my Master, I spent most of my time scrolling on my phone. Just being in this tram, headed towards Toni Areal was making me so heavy. I arrived in this huge concrete building, I would go in a room and start scrolling.


It's a bit shameful for me to write.

Scroll, scroll, scroll for a year and a half. It never really reaches the surface of my thoughts that I had to change something. In fact, it did, I thought many times of not pursuing, but I wanted so much this concert with orchestra that I continued. Just for that. For a goal, I sacrificed a year and a half of feeling alive.


Of course, I told myself, "Tomorrow, I stop scrolling" but I was stuck.
Same with the chocolate. I ate him. I devoured him. My little sweet comforting guy.

And suddenly, this tickle !
Which says : Yes ! Yes ! Yes !
Which brings me back to life.


I am wearing my burgundy Dock Martens, my gear is not that of an experienced hiker,
but in my bundle are notebooks, incense, everyting I need to do magic,
My rituals season starts !


Many rituals invented for my needs of understanding, of transforming.


A ceremony for my Dead. A moment with incense to say a happy little hello to those who are no longer here. With me, it's mainly men. Hey ! Thank you ! Some happy memories shared with them. If other hikers are passing by, I am a bit ashamed, my shell is closing up. Gn.

But not so many other hikers in November.


               Happy autumn birthday

The paths are scarlet red
I see death in colour
A mortuary explosion

               Like our period
               Red as blood is the autumn


My notebooks are being filled with words
My hands are tingling with joy to say

                                                                                                                                                                   January


Bra Immolation
Ceremony and photo serie
(2016)


In fact, yes, when I think about it, everything started a long time ago.
Excuse me for going back in time, like that, but it's necessary, in order to launch
EXPLORATION 2025
The inner adventure

Only by diving back into my past, can I find the traces of what has animated me, that which I have forgotten, that which has vanished.
I need to write, or else, I forget who I am. That I even existed.

Do you want to be my mirror?
I'll be yours, gladly, that all I'm waiting for
if you only give me to see a small sincere piece of your soul


I'll be the echo of your pains

The mountain is returning my voice
to tell me I exist
That she has heard me
She doesn't have a voice not like that

To tell me
You are here and I am here with you

The valleys are filled
with mutters changed into haze



Bra Immolation

I cannot speak for the others
Me, I don't need them
One of these things that benefit the ones who sell them
Me, it compresses my rib cage, it prevents me from breathing
I need to breathe to live
To blow and and to say
To sing and to laugh


Yes you can see my nipples. I can see the guys' ones, do you hear me complain ?
I also see bellybuttons, and I see some eyebrows.



(translated from French, and it's more musical in French, but at least, you got the idea!)

Scaffold 1

Scaffold 2

Scaffold 3

---

Stake 1

Stake 2

Stake 3