I was born in the Dordogne Valley, a region of Southwest France steeped in prehistoric art, limestone cliffs, and contemplative beauty. I grew up surrounded by walnut groves, Romanesque churches, and the Cubist paintings of my grandmother, whose studio became my first school. That landscape—its ochre tilled earth, foggy hillsides, and unhurried rhythm—continues to anchor my creative practice. Even now, painting and writing far from home, I carry with me the belief that memory has texture, and that the soul of a place often hides in its silences.

Painting and writing are, for me, two sides of the same coin. They create in-between moments and open quiet spaces that give meaning to life. From my studio in Boston’s SoWa Art District, I work primarily in oil and cold wax, building layered compositions that evoke both topographies and inner states. I’m drawn to the liminal—those thresholds between light and shadow, figuration and abstraction, silence and expression. Painting is my way of listening.

My debut novella, Scent of a Truffle, is a love letter to the region where I grew up—an homage to black truffles, legacy, and the enduring beauty of a slower life. I hold a Ph.D. in French literature, with degrees from La Sorbonne and Boston University, and teach French at Wellesley College, where I share my passion for language, culture, and women’s voices across time.