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Anything to do with creation in any form whatsoever, from the pastry chef to the musician, from the writer to the shoemaker, from the carpenter to the sculptor, etc...

It fascinates me, the rest bores me. 

Transforming something into something else is a magical act whose essence is to give pleasure. 

You'd think we're bitches, we give pleasure for money, but we're not.

There's not a time when I haven't done it without going above and beyond the call of duty. Beyond the rule. There is no creation otherwise. As soon as we start disobeying, we give pleasure.

That's why architecture bores me, it never disobeys. I like cabins and ruins for it. With them, we're free to take pleasure in our desires...

When we create, we dig, we scrape, we try, we confront, we confront, we grumble, we escape from the surface, we bury ourselves in the earth like an animal that wallows in it, we search the entrails and we swim in it towards the abyss, towards the source, towards the light by crossing shadows, towards a force, an obviousness, a truth. This vertigo seizes you, it also gives you your own pleasure and, at that moment, you don't give a damn about others, you think about what you are doing and nothing else and it's too good, this present absolute, you are in the real, in the fusion between the real and the imaginary, and you try again, you go even further, you break your spine, you break your teeth and suddenly the bow is stretched and everything becomes obvious.

Then it's ready, calm comes back, the river calms down and you offer it, and yet you know that they won't even be able to receive it without understanding by all that you went through before you got there. 

The miracle happens almost every time. Almost every project, he never jaded me. Not once.

Creation is to be intranquilous, otherwise nothing is created. If that's what it means to be an artist then I am an artist, how would that be incompatible with my job as an architect?

I'm not a craftsman. I don't care and I even refuse to do the same thing over and over again. That's craftsmanship. I don't care to mold the same ceramic bowl whose only defect is the unexpected clay bubble to distinguish them. I'm not a specialist in anything, I don't have a tool, no paint, no hammer, no dick or knife... 

Nothing, my head and my intuition. No, my intuition and my head. 

Then things become clear. I'm not a brand, I don't know what I'm going to find, I can't be confined even if you try, architect frichier, the thing that doesn't mean anything. I love, I create to weave bonds, it's the same word as being li!r.

Then you can't buy freedom. It has no price, no limit. I do architecture to project a world and find my place in it, not as a hobby or a business. So I search, I search some more. Finding fields of exploration becomes harder and harder because they are no longer fools. They can feel it. Everything is done to hinder freedom. That's my fight, fighting to love, as long as I can, I'll go on.

Matthieu Poitevin