The pages devoted to artists’ books, or « Livres d’artistes » which have, for such a long time, retained within themselves the creative gest, spread open and give themselves up freely to the reader’s gaze.

Pages of paper or metal, inked, engraved, cut out, all are the silent crucible of the alchemist, wherein text and images unite in wedlock in an ephemeral chant upon the very instant that they are read, as poetry come alive under the gaez of your eyes.