Born in Limousin, in Aixe sur Vienne, I spent my earliest childhood in this region which is so dear to me.

After my finishing my Doctorate of Endocrinology, Nutrition and Metabolism (PhD), I taught Pharmacology at the University of Nantes for six years. Then I joined the pharmaceutical industry, first near Paris, and then in Burgundy where I have been living up to now.

I live with my family near Dijon, but the fleeting morning mists of Limousin, the unrivalled light, the moving colours which inspired great impressionist painters, shape my spirit and my mind. Similar to the contrasted characters, I particularly enjoy, they are all loaded with unsuspected secrets and so surprising in their emanations ... Since very young, reading has enabled my rich moments of escape : among my favourite authors appear Gide, Zola, Shakespeare, Musset, Rimbaud, Baudelaire ... When a teenager, writing simply became obvious to me, just like music, drawing or painting to other youngsters in their quest for the absolute. I wrote my first poems and then an intimate diary. Nothing original at first sight ... hardly anything, but so full of ideas, with so many universes and characters imagined, observed, analyzed, and then recreated in the limbs to come ...

Together with my great passion for the American cinema of the 40’s and 60’s : Alfred Hitchcock, his black humour and his merciless suspense.

Unlike writing, music and opera did not stand out as an obvious fact, but rather as early revelation. My imagination could therefore explore so many new worlds !

I then wrote my first novel. I was 26 years old.

I was given a long pause with my children’s birth, but in my mind, this long dormant period allowed numerous writing projects to take shape and root. Today, at last, I can go back to my passion and take the adventure further. I like ti visit the hidden side of human beings, enter their inner turmoil and understand the complex metamorphoses which condition their behaviour.

Just keep on listening ...

Soaking in everyday life while long early wanderings with my dog, facing the horizon, facing the huge sky, the matrix of our fates. Infinity haunts our intimate depths, frivolity holds us slightly touching the surface of things. Just catching and revealing any doubt, fear or hatred that distort us.

Just keep on listening and offer some reading.