Jeune femme aux bracelets

Sometimes a dialogue is established between the sculpture and its creator. This young seated woman, born of clay, refused to dry without breaking her right wrist, until I got tired and left the slip weld visible.
From that moment, the clay dried without difficulty until firing.
She had obtained what, with her mischievous and determined air, she demanded with such insistence: her bracelets,
which you find on her crossed hands in her bronze version.