dimitri
Dimitri looks at the things his way, as he looks at art. Clay is a matter that he knew since childhood. He knew what he wanted to show, a matter that he controlled, its forms, its colours, its feeling. His work is a piece of him, simple and pure. He works hard, nights in the atelier. Builds hours on the skin as smooth, rolls with clay, sober colors. He cites especially his inspiration from nature. Clay is not his thing, take it off him. It sits in his body, it is his life. As he talks about his clay, then you see the smile on that face drawn. He is a sculptor with the animation of an artist. He lives for his craft, he wants to achieve something.