French eggs

When I imagined L'Œuf Français, my desire was to capture the mirror effect of our own existence. The egg sculpted on a cast-iron pan and folded in on itself reflects our inner duality. The thin line that divides it in two evokes an invisible frontier that separates us from ourselves, fragile but essential to our transformation. Perhaps the mystery of the Big Bang lies in this line, on the edge of unity and fragmentation. It is no longer man's hand that maintains this delicate balance, but an invisible force, suspended in infinity, that echoes the whole.