A childhood at liberty in the Drôme gave him the taste of doing well and doing well. The illustrator has drawn the strength to chart her way without worrying about the obstacles.
“My father was 20 years old when I was born in 1971. My mother and he knew each other young teenagers. When I was 4, they left with one of my uncles raising goats in the Drome. It was the 1970s, and I have a wonderful memory. My uncle stayed in agriculture, my father became a carpenter; a dream he realized despite the opposition of his family, tradi cathos, a military father, a banker-in-law father-in-law. I took advantage of this breath and this freedom, of an education at the same time classical and marginal, of this attention to always question the prejudices, the so-called “good taste“, of this worry of not being let hinder and follow his path.
My parents gave me the taste of “doing”, making objects with my hands. My three brothers and I are also pretty good handymen, really not penguins. Near Gap, where we lived, my father worked wood and leather. I have happy memories when we went with him to the river to clean the skins. He had the fantasy of life in autarky, making campfires, chasing a rabbit, cooking it. Jeremiah Johnson was his favorite movie. On the culture side, my mother and my grandmother read us books. In comics, I devoured old junkies, like Sylvain and Sylvette , the adventures of two children who lived alone in the forest and managed on their own. We went to some hippy shows, listening to folk music, Joan Baez, Leonard Cohen. On the other hand, I did not have to go to the cinema more than three times before the age of 15. It was far away and we did not have much money.
The paths of freedom
From this childhood, I still have a license to fantasy, the meaning of work well done, the idea that many lives are worth living, as many tracks that I try to pass on to my three children. Their father (the writer Tai-Marc Le Thanh) cares more than me about their general culture. We show them a lot of movies, take them to shows – without forcing them to watch everything! We presented them to our bookseller so that they could see him without us and make their choice, independently. As for me, I am trying to make them autonomous – I sent my daughter, at 6, to buy alone her clothes, to the chagrin of my mother-in-law – and pushes them to create, to draw, to paint, to tinker: you want a cap, my son? Why do not you knit it? Nothing prevents you, except your own censorship. In most cases, it is in ourselves that the brakes to our freedom. “