These mysterious interstices,
mirror of the universes
to infinite fractals dimensions
where come to bloom the phenomena,
they inspired to me these mandalas
which although limited to their plastic support
appears explorables inexhaustibly.

Like stars at the slipping by nights of summer,
in their waves ofenchanted cosmic silence,
carry us... Let us taste in unsoundable infinitude.

That one digs, engraves or prunes, or
that on the contrary one overpastes, blocks up or model,
these worlds which look at us,
like the the attentive iris comes to collect the light of its own colors,
their pupil conceals the cristalin reflection of our hearts.