It is in Nantes that I was born by beautiful an afternoon from June 1961. My father after several turns of the world, in stopover on the edges of the Loire, decided to pose his bundle. He found woman, children and firm ground. I thus grown in the middle of brothers, sisters, cousins, cousins, uncles and aunts, the great family what! My elder being boys, it is quite naturally that they followed the way of the father. They engaged in their turn in the Royal one. I remember this blue sphere with which my mother of the end of the finger showed us their courses. And of the magic, mysterious words sounded with our ears: Diego Suarez, Hokkaido, Fiji islands, the Cap Verde, PAPEETE, Marchionesses… And this enamelled iron trunk until we wait impatiently. Magic moment that that where our brothers authorized us to open it. It contained fabulous treasures come from remote countries: headstocks with the dye chechmate and the coloured dresses, collars, shells, shawls Indians… I left then in my turn to the other end the world, towards all these mysterious regions. On our premises they was the men who travelled also I found a means of leaving in my turn thanks to paper and the pencil. While growing I forsook little by little these escapes. I closed again the large green trunk slowly and gave up it with the attic family. It is only well later that I reopened it. A brush had slipped between my fingers. Such my father, such my brothers, I taken again my bundle and embarked on the first come fabric. The fever of the voyages had just grabbed me again. Since each table is a new port, a new stopover…
Rosiane Priam 

If I work for the moment I rarely end a picture in an instant. It is often the fruit of one walls up gestation. Begun, abandoned, destructuré it defies me whole days, weeks even months before the history between him and me starts again. A long history of love and désamour where unfaithful mistress I abandon it as soon as it has me  gave everything to me.
Insatiable I already have eyes turned to another picture which waits me for right-hand side on its easel, ready to attract me towards a new adventure. An adventure loaded with colours and feelings, different from the previous one in spite of its flavor of already seen and of already lived.

It is in Nantes where I was born, on June 4th, 1961. It was it appears on beautiful sunny Sunday and the beams of this warm the spring afternoons caressed  my first feelings.

Attracted by the artistic metiers but without ever daring to go out of my domestic circle, it was necessary that I to wait for a meeting to decide on me to share these feelings. Since it is the new adventure which begins...

The painting?

I had to fall inside when I was a child. But my mother with her mania to rub and to rub until that shines had to remove it until the slightest task! In brief I had forgotten it until the smell until the day when it seemed to me to recognize it. At random of a meeting, I followed lessons in Muriel Cayet's workshop, painter.

I understood then what missed me since so for a long time and since, I raise proudly a blouse full of tasks!