Constructions, materials and objects reflect the soul. This has always been obvious to me. Since childhood, when I would give a first name to my record player, my cactus, my school pencil case, my dollhouse. Later, when I discovered the symbolic and ritual power of objects spanning back tens of thousands of years.

Today, I see the lines of force, the light, the density of all things, whether created by nature or by humankind. What if we looked at things differently? Beauty needs no justification.