Someone, once in ancient times, melted a handful of sand, and the result, glass, conquered humanity forever. Capable of taming the sometimes too powerful light of the sun or softening the heaviness of a cloudy day, glass ennobles both the craftsman and the viewer. This is how stained glass was born, from a grain of sand that man placed into the fire.

The Art Nouveau period was, in my opinion, extremely similar to the one we are living in now. During that time, against the backdrop of the industrial boom, discussions arose like, plentiful, cheap, mass-produced, but why ugly? In the days we live in, globalization and computerization have much the same influence on our quality of life, plentiful, cheap, mass-produced. And now I ask, why is it mandatory that it also be ugly? We produce a lot, cheaply, and... I believe that those like me, stimulated by those like you, should set the tone for another Nouveau period. I believe we must reinstate the scale of values that generated so much progress, to produce beauty that you actually want to take home.

GLASS NOUVEAU, a new approach to expression through stained glass, refers directly to the source of inspiration for my drawings, attempting to build a bridge across the years and reignite interest in the beautiful Belle Époque. It was a period when stained glass was reborn after its glory in the Gothic and Renaissance eras and its decline during the Baroque dominance. Even today, we admire works signed by Louis Comfort Tiffany, Charles Rennie Mackintosh, Hector Guimard, or Antoni Gaudí, to name but a few. While until then stained glass was used only for decorating windows, it began finding new places where, by filtering and transforming light, it could influence our lives. Since then, stained glass has been integrated into architectural contexts as skylight ceilings, lamps, doors, or furniture. Today, I propose a different kind of window to you. A different kind of stained glass. My mirrors are windows in which you can look at yourself and communicate with yourself, where I, at least, look for my soul.

The Mirror. This is how I try to restore the mirror to its rightful value, the most beautiful piece of furniture in a home. It is the only one, the unique one capable of capturing and reflecting light and color, and creating the illusion of expanding space. Besides, it is the only one that answers you when you pass by it. A century ago, it was displayed in places of honor like salons, living rooms, and dining rooms, adorned with superb frames. For many years now, about seventy, I believe, due to material or intellectual poverty, it has been banished and exiled to cramped, sometimes hidden, and poorly lit places.

I believe it is time to stop keeping it with four holes in the corners, bolted with screws to the bathroom tiles, or stuck with double-sided tape to the bedroom wardrobe door. Let’s free it again, adorn it, and let it bring us joy once more.

I try to give it a new dimension by surrounding your reflection with plays of light filtered through colored glass.

I hope I will hear the remark "I don’t like your mirrors because they show me as old" less and less. I hope my approach will entice more and more people to overlook wrinkles or acne, a rebel lock of hair or a crooked tie knot, and to consider their eyes more. Look for youth, dreams, and plans in them, and they will generate an ageless spirit. Because they are the mirror of the soul, the only place where you can search, and some can even find... "youth without age...".

And I will look into your eyes while you look at my mirrors; they will answer you by looking you in the eye. The result of this exchange will be, for me, a verdict given by a jury that is both select and numerous at the same time.