In search of lost writings,
I will tell some day your latent births

Black : violence, war, death, tomb, histories.
Red : eroticism, sex, love, life, mythologies.
Yellow : music, curve, peace, symbol, stars.
Blue : language, imprint, fish, Gods.

I decline the colours in correspondence with the images and the original writings to find a small story of the past in which my monogram would have always been present as an archetype. Since a few years, I have tried to reveal this revival because the Gods came one day to meet me! They deigned to present me their messengers as heroes accompanied by their sphinx. Let them forgive me if I dare to mention them in the joy of my heart, even if I have no false shame in asking them for forgiveness. If I try to revive by its legends a few bits of an immortal and sacred lost knowledge, I owe it only to the works of numerous existing or missing archaeologists and historians of whom I borrowed here and there a few scraps. I make no vanity of my work. Had I to believe that I would never produce anything good nor beautiful in my whole life, I would nonetheless feel a real and deep joy in tasting what I would recognize and admire as beautiful and great in others, had they been Etruscan, Cretan, Assyrian or Sumerian.