When I was child, I promised myself that one day I would be an artist. I was in an orphanage  looking around me trying to find a little moment happiness, or only joy. My father was american and left France to go back to the USA as a soldier. I was only five years old but I remember.

Then  I grew up just the way everybody does but still lonly somewhere  inside my, in my mind, in my heart...

I don't know if God exists but I know that  miracles do exist. When I was arounf eleven I discovered that I had the capacity to create all kinds of things, music, drawing, writing,  just by looking inside me. I couldn't speak, I couldn't say things but I had the faculty to express myself by another way.

I had to wait years and years before I decide myself to do something with my habilities... I wasn't sure at all. Then on day, I decided to bye stuff and to beging painting. I was 42.

Then, I passed days and days looking inside my soul, my heart to find, not the words but the pictures...

On my way I beagan to make videos... One year later I had my first film made... So I decided to write a book and then, my book will be published next month...

All I want to say is that miracles exist... Life can be a bitch, we all know that, but a bitch has to be dressed to become the most adorable thing we have... http://www.b-r-h.com