May 3rd 1975
At my birth, my name is not Adélie but Véronique H.
"All the world's a stage" ? What you'll find below happened backstage while I was playing my role of school girl and History student, and now of archivist / records manager. A more personal and creative path, in a way. A roaming resume.
Well well, don't worry, I won't be exhaustive, I certainly won't annoy you with such uninteresting stuffs as me stealing my big brother's paintbox when I was 2 or 3, the theatre classes between 13 and 18 (and the role of Arthenice... oh my, that beautiful dress I wore), the fabulous moment I spent copying a Van Gogh self portrait with some dry pastels received for Christmas 1992, the dozens of hours spent painting a little piece of furniture in the aboriginal way in 2003, my first tries in chinese sumi-e painting during a one day class I attended in 2004 because I'm so fascinated with asian arts, and many other details, doodles, balderdash. Really, i shan't, you won't even know it.
1987 or 1988 : from calligraphy...
I'm hypnotised : there, on the television screen, I see the hand of a calligrapher, writing. Or rather dancing. Of course, I want to do the same at once, and quickly buy a calligraphic pen and sepia ink (sepia of course, to make it look, well, "older", 'see ?). After many years of specialised books study and of laborious practice (yes, I finally understood that it is time rather than material that makes the calligrapher), there's always been a lack of blow and lightness in my calligraphies. Never mind.
No half-measures for my very first film using a brand new Minolta X300S, my first reflex, and even the first camera of my own : 11 dreadful pictures, and one good. At that time, I had a partiality for two main themes : holidays, and the family cats. So bold. So daring.
... and even "calliphotography", 1993.
Each girl will have her "photo period" one day, said - in substance - director Sofia Coppola in an interview published just after Lost in translation release, in 2004. Well, at least partially true. Mine has probably really started when attending the short-lived photo-club born the year of my bachelor degree, in high school. In order to prepare a small collective exhibition, I both explored a few dear-to-my-heart themes... and the buildings of the school, from the cellar to the attics. Literally.
In 1996, 7 % of the paper mail in France were private, "real" non-commercial letters. I was astonished by the idea of the huge, sad wave of the 93 other percents of bills and commercials... and decided immediatly to retaliate in my (very) small way : I became a mail-artist.
2001 : claytime (pâtamodelage) !
Everything started with a TV show and a report about a craftswoman making funny mirrors (!) : that's what made me try to create my first character. He's born, his name's Sven, and Baba, Abdu-Ali, Zibeline and the other pâtamodelages have joined him since.
My companion buys a little digital camera, idealy pocket-sized. I "borrow" it, make tries, and - needless to say - spoils many of my first pictures. Freshly settled in Paris, I take pictures of the streets, of the sky, of the peelings when I make compotes (!), of my figurines on progress, and finally wonder : did I really survive without a digital camera before ? (See the galleries here).
2004
Icing on the cake of a rich painting-claymodelling-decoration-time-to-live sabbatical rest, I start creating this website. My website.
2005
The pocket-sized digital camera has now a fellow, a wonderful digital reflex... And thanks to my blog born in february, I draw again. Hurray !