From the beginnings of the workshop, when it only existed in a basement on a pottery kick wheel, to the current modest installation in Carcassonne, and as it evolves, it's the photos that show the slow maturation of ideas, shapes, colors, trials of all kinds, failures, the less-failed-ones, the pieces that get kept and those that perish under the hammer, and then there are those that arise and remain, and then leave to start their life with others than me.

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