(1974) French artist

Chris is a sculptor, material offered him his finest moments of pure creation, and also an early recognition of artistic expansion. Intellectual work that relies on visual compositions to set its volume scenarios. Cans, just a pretext? Yes, support. To tell stories, as if these drums were simple paintings. Walls where sensitive burn, sand, paint, twist, paste, assemble. Boy he was "lucky to have parents pretty confident" for "leting him play with molten metal". For his career did not just put on standby after drawing contest. Young Chris has also spent part of his childhood making lead toy soldiers. The molding, paint. A simple and sincere confession: "I will certainly not do that without toy soldiers. Graduate school of broadcasting achievement, he worked in pictures, the film industry, a little advertising, but no magic at all. Then sculpture caught him without really wanting. A manual creater, repairing everything that comes to his hand. Years passed and he forges a strong character of ideals. Then, he makes a discovery when he paint for the first time on a bottle left in a parking lot. This is the beginning of a plastic recognized by his peers, he work on the inexorable need of the artist to express through art. To "express themselves without having to speak". His art, he wants it to be "accessible to all", without trying to drown the viewer in aesthetic impulses that dilute his message. It has the simple touch of the best observers and relevant, is where it hurts, and expresses his universe through incisive features. "The important thing is the sense, showing the good side of things without forgetting to also show the bad side". Chris is currently working on a graphic inspired by the story of Travis, a sociopath who became a taxi driver in New York, in the seventies. New York, he spent just a few weeks over there. For him, the States remain the Eldorado for the inevitable growth of creativity, in music, art & Pop Art.