At the origin of this series, there is a simple and almost unconscious gesture: picking up a pebble on the beach, rolling it under your fingers, keeping it in your pocket without really knowing why. A gesture we have all repeated, without clear intention, but which says something about our relationship to matter, to time, and to ourselves.

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Pebbles are the result of a long process of elaboration. Their roundness, their stability, their capacity to settle in the bed of a river, on the edge of a beach, in the hollow of a hand, are not the result of chance, but of time that shapes, transforms, adapts.

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These pebbles, we pick them up, sometimes just for the duration of a walk, the time it takes for a thought to form. Sometimes we bring them home, into our interiors, for later or to remember. So many moments in which they accompany us and take part in building a thought, a memory, a future, allowing us, in turn, to find our place.

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These sculptures are made of plywood, assembled and sanded until the material is forgotten. One thinks of stone, of ceramic. It is wood. This slippage between what a thing is, what it appears to be, and what it becomes runs through the entire series.

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