The builder

I work alone, with obsessive focus, bending raw materials to my vision. Day and night, I cut, weld, and rework every line with surgical precision. Nothing is left to chance. Every decision — from the silhouette to the tiniest bolt — carries the weight of intention. I don’t just build: I give form to a part of myself.

I grew up surrounded by my father’s love for classic cars. Years later, when I cut into a Renault 5 to turn it into a two-seater sculpture, it wasn’t rebellion. It was instinct. Since then, my creations have defied category — neither machines nor objects, but hybrids of force and emotion.