As long as I remember , I've always been around my father workshop ( atelier ), after school He came to pick me up and he drove me to his " world"
I was young and little and everything looked woderful to me
I'm 33 years and everytime I go to my dad's atelier , I still have this magical feeling
a little "bout de toile " par ici
old toile on a old mattress
and smell of the horsehair par là
Just by going there , it is so good to make a trip to my childhood