Self-taught artist with both ears intact, based in Paris. I didn’t really go to art school, because honestly, who needs a degree when you can just drink cheap white wine, listen to endless Gainsbourg songs, and call it “finding your voice”?
My influences? A mix of Goya’s nightmares, a dash of Poe’s melancholy, and a sprinkle of every Parisian who’s ever stared into the void with a glass of absinthe in hand on a wintery night at Arts et Metiers.
It’s a love affair with the macabre, the beautiful, and the absurd.
If you find yourself lost in my work, please get help.