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What I find beautiful with metal is that you can give it all the finishes that you want.
It can go from a hyper-poly mirror to a very, very rough wheel, or a black steel out of the sink.
It's really beautiful.
My first weld, a hell. It's a hole assembly. It was terrible.
What brought me to metal after trying other materials is that one day,
one day, I was offered a welded post, but an old welded post, all worn out.
And it allowed me to assemble the pieces of iron together.
I thought it was magic, and from then on, I started to collect pieces of rusted iron or rusted wood.
To avoid breaking a fat on your bike, it's better to do it in a mine.
It's more practical.
And then, there's a piece of rusted wood, because it's for the good of the world, and at the same time, it's for the good of the world.
Yes, of course, sometimes, everything happens as you wish.
Guillaume teaches me not to collect things anymore, but to create the piece I need.
And that's fantastic too. It's quite different.
My predilection place to collect the metal is the Benamethode, the dechetry.
It's people who empty their granges, and who have agricultural machines,
who are stinking and rolling, who don't know how to do it anymore.
And for me, it's a great joy. It's the wonders of the tools, the same machines.
I decide that it becomes an art work, in any case, an object of decoration.
And it's a great pleasure for me to say to myself, wow, that plus that equals, wow, I like it.
You've seen my little flying machines, and I love these things.
A certain look to die for, a large and wasted expression,
Steady as a mill on a calm day, just like the gold down, the heritage shining on.
