Monch

Paris, 1964 ... After nine months of intrauterine training, without even waiting for the relative comfort of a delivery table, I go out my head ... in the elevator of a maternity clinic!

I had just come into the world on my own. This self-taught spontaneity is a trait that will characterize me later.

Son of an artist and art collector, my childhood was bathed in an artistic universe. I absorb. I had a deep admiration for my father, but stifled by the talent and the very important ego of this father, I had unconsciously forbidden myself any artistic creation.

In the past forties, after having exercised various professional activities in the spectacle, the journey then the humanitarian - the death of the father occurs. A professional break and a withdrawal are essential.

From this period, the first works are born, like an outlet. An unconscious barrier jumps up and then, freed from paternal judgment, an art bulimia invades me. Creation quickly becomes like a second breath to me!

Carried by the reception of an increasingly numerous public, very quickly it becomes obvious to me, in this second half of his life, I will be the artist that I had forbidden myself for too long to be.