I am hungry of culture…

… and I am a dreamer. I wish to contribute in the production of a world, in which streets becomes art galleries, in which artists confront their work directly to the public, in which arts stir up people’s curiosity and memories, in which art celebrate cultures and help us stay open-minded and inspired.

Is art just art? Should art have a purpose? Could art change the perception of the world? Is art an optimum vehicle for change, exchange, communication?

Art makes me feel! Art makes me think! Art makes me look beyond what I see! Art makes me share emotional expressions, points of view and ideas with others. Art isn’t supposed to be useful for me as would be a brolly for protecting me against the Scottish rain, but art is useful for me as would be a good night sleep for dreaming of a fairer world!

Here is an example of how art could change the world:


JR, a semi-anonymous French street artist, uses his camera to show the world its true face, by pasting photos of the human face across massive canvases.

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I have always been wondering what art is…

… and what makes this piece of work art! Is it the medium used for? Is it the process behind the result? Is it the message that is needed to be delivered? Is it the beauty?

Some define art by opposing it to illustration as a copy of the reality. In this sense, art is not about appearance but abstract of the reality so that a piece of art shows the artists’ own interest in what appears around them. But, is art made by artists because they are using art techniques and system of design – or by audiences because they appreciate the originality of the work? Is the place in which the piece of work is exhibited that makes it art?

“ A man who works with his hands is a labourer ; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman ; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist. ” – Louis Nizer

Is it just up to us to call it – art or not?…

Sunrise on the water’s edge of Loch Lomond – 21/03/08


I feel like a stone skipping on the surface of the world…

…bouncing at an angle from project to project. Each adventure I get into offers me new perspective which enrich my enthusiasm in discovering the world. At point of convergence between the moss and the mass, vibration are produced. Where ricochets happen, a fresh energy is created.

English contains many words of French origin and “ricochet” is one of those. In my mother tongue, the word “ricochet” refers to a pastime which involves throwing a stone with a flattened surface across a lake in such way that it bounces off the surface of the water. The object of the game is to see how many times a stone can be made bounce before sinking. I am a skipping stone and I don’t intend to sink. I sometimes need to throw myself away again and I always find energy in the horizon of the next bounce.

Ricochet, from Old French, is defined as give-and-take. “By Ricochet” means for me that every cultural enterprises I get involved in will be driven by those two actions, to give and to take, but more particularly by this one, which is the mixture of those : to share!