When I strike a match, I set my heart on fire for art, it’s like a second love, a burning love. My heart beats for a few moments of happiness, the flame creates a creative work, which I sometimes transfigure because I do not seek to account for a truth but to satisfy the privacy of my gaze. Light the fire, light the fire, increase my artistic sensibility, I assert my pictorial aesthetic, I build, deconstruct, in order to offer unique atmospheres that renew the way we look at reality. The flame sculpts totems. It is not by chance that fire reveals shapes to me that I stop with my creative breath when my visual emotion is at its peak. Sometimes my matches become characters when the work is placed under the sign of experimentation. Matches show a new personality. Real seduction is getting people to admit that they really are characters. My artistic world is not that of immortality, but that of metamorphosis. The work of art is an idea that is exaggerated, my photographic works, as for the collection of my matches, are riddled with uncertainties as to their status; they appear on a complex scene where my personal path vaguely crosses the reference of the photographic medium. It is the exploration, the questioning, and the poetry that prevail over the observation.