If an Atelier is the physical context into which ideas take shape, then I have thousands of them.

One of the works I love most represents a huge, gigantic sheep cropping, swallowing up whatever is around it.       
Cropping is an attempt of melting with the matter rather than dominating it. I feed on the world surrounding me, in a short time and wherever I am, be it a barn, a garden or a house. They turn into my atelier and my work starts again.