School, with its rigid rules, was not for me. Fine arts or prestigious art schools were never my path, unfortunately. But how did I learn to paint? Since I was very young, my dear grandmother was a painter, and a smile inevitably appears on my lips every time I think of her studio.

It was in this space, where the walls are draped with canvases and bright colors that tell stories of brushes and passion, that I began to paint. Landscapes, portraits, everything was there: oil painting, sketches... Then one day, my grandmother left us, taken away by illness. It was there that I decided that life, so often cruel as reflected in the atrocities announced on television, had to be counterbalanced by the creation of a magical world. That of childhood, where the imagination forged universes that made us dream, that transported us.

I then left aside the constraints of perspective and the strict rules of painting to welcome the world of the Albatross, where only dreams count. Creating stories is a wonderful job.