Discover the contemporary work of Rachël
Born in 1965, in a small village in Haute-Saône lost between woods and fields. My life was like a boat, beautiful, battered, damaged, adrift, broken, then soothed with age. Some wounds do not heal; do not ask me to forgive, never! I wrote two collections of poems, then, on the paths of my life, I met a landscape artist from my region who had a book project. To accompany his works, I delicately placed my poems. There are doors on our path, which should remain closed. Not only did I open his door, I was going to pay dearly for my naivety! Looking back, I wonder if I should laugh, cry or keep quiet. Life is not a quiet river, because at the same time, I discovered the illness with which I was going to fight a daily battle. I had to learn to accept it in order to be able to fight and live day by day. I decided to launch myself into this world of art, drawing and painting. It was by chance that a pen with a glass tip came to embellish difficult moments facing the illness.
Indian ink and this beautiful object were going to bring color into my life. Later, I would understand that this pen was the link between writing and drawing with Indian ink.
