Before I was a tiny, hypermobile and daredevil kid, I was already facing the wrong way to come out of my mother’s womb.
My parents enrolled me in the recreational circus school La Carrière near Angers, where I discovered circus arts in a joyful and safe environment.
Nourished by weekly circus and theatre classes, and driven by a deep need for adventure and discovery, I joined the circus program at Lycée Pierre Bayen in Châlons-en-Champagne at the age of 14. There, I developed an independent and passionate practice of hand balancing, often studying for my exams upside down or falling asleep in the splits in the school hallways.
Having formed an invisible bond with Châlons, I eventually entered the CNAC after graduating high school, where I spent the first half of my training specializing in hand balancing. Later, due to wrist pain and an irrepressible need to move, I shifted to the acrodance program halfway through my second year.
This transition allowed me to explore all my “octopus and spaghetti” obsessions, learning to bring more dynamism to a body considered “too elastic,” and seeking to make the uncomfortable comfortable through my physical pathways.