My workshop is my timeless bubble, my fantastic planet, my deserted island, my paradise on earth, my haven of peace, the place in the world where I feel the best. Its orderly bazaar, its smell of clay, its light. Even when it is grey outside, the workshop is bright. The atmosphere is healthy, the walls breathe (tuffeau, limestone of the region). Sushi and Zéli, my faithful four-legged workshop companions, spread out and purr on the table or sit in the shop window. When the sunny days are here, the doors remain open, the chirping of the birds give the note of music, coffee break in the sun in the small garden. Between two throwned pots I may be seduced by the desire to pull out some weeds! The rhythm is found!