Sweat-Shirt vintage Coupé!

I love scissors, I collect them — all sizes, all shapes.
In the studio, they’re lying around everywhere: resting on a pile of fabric, forgotten on a table, hanging on the wall. These, I drew exactly as they are: wide open, ready to slice.

Cutting is a radical act — whether it’s fabric, paper, or anything one chooses to leave behind one day.
It separates, it cuts to the quick, there is no turning back. Cut!
And yet, cutting out is also a way of drawing: each cut line is a line, traced not with a pencil, but with a gesture. That is where it all begins.