I see myself as an instinctive artist, barely answering the urge of letting my hands open the doors to the world of unspoken emotions.
And by honoring natural freedom and inner truth
The hope, maybe
To sooth and ease the pain…
My life, your life…
Through the sensuality and harshness of matters, another language…
Through forms and lines the surge of the immaterial…
And by honoring natural beauty and inner glow,
The hope, maybe
To tamper and to veil the loathsome…
My life, your life…

Nathalie Brenac