The story goes that the man you can see on the portrait is called Fernand. He lived at the beginning of the 20th century and his job was to repair umbrellas. He would walk from village to village cover about one thousand miles a year. In 1932 he died near the village I live in. Last year during a festival, we were a few artists to decide to create works on Fernand. I made this installation untitled Fernand’s dream as I imagined that he would go to sleep each night dreaming of colorful umbrellas………….
This is the final installation……in a bar in the same little village, people could buy the little umbrellas for 10 euros so after a while the installation changed entirely as there were not any left!