Sculpting Women Inside-Out

I approach the clay with no judgment. Only one intention: to express beauty. 
For the past 16 years, I have been the sculptor of women. Feeling women, Emotional Women, Sassy Women, Women in bronze and in stone. Every time I touch the clay, i can see the potential in this block of 10 by 10 by 18. Who will she be? Will she be an happy one, a pensive one. How can express what is inside of her? How can I express her message? 

So I let her talk and I listen. The silences being as meaningful as the words. I listen to her pains and her struggles, i listen to her fear of not being enough or of being too much. I listen to her perfectly imperfect expression and I let her live her full potential. I send her love. I send her peace. I send her life. And here she is. 

For the past 16 years, I have been the sculptor of women. And more recently I discovered that I could help those women sculpt themselves. Sculpt their dream. Sculpt their future. Sculpt their feeling. Sculpt the perfectly imperfect being they are and find joy, love and peace within themselves. Find this sassy attitude knowing that they are enough. Be okay being who they are day after day.

This is where Sculpture by Fab and FabYOUlicious come together as one.

If you would like, come to see us this weekend 1691 Grant Road in Mountain View as part as my Open Studio. Friday May 20 , 6-9pm, Saturday May 21 and Sunday May 22,  11am to 5pm.

With Love, 

The romance of Self-Discovery

Yesterday, a good friend shared with me this poem. 

“I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.”  
― Portia NelsonThere's a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

He promised himself he will never walk on this same street again and I believe him because it all starts with awareness and choice.

Awareness and choice. Yes, life happens. Yes, it can be painful. Yes, some things cannot be prevented. And yes, you are responsible for the way you react to what is happening. 

You may not be able to change what happens to you but you may want to be aware when the same or similar things happen and happen again.
What is different if you consider that life doesn’t happen to you but for you?

Alice is one of my client. Her dad passed away when she was very young and, being the oldest, she had to take care of her siblings while her mom was working. Her paradigm as always had been to take care of everyone. Today, in her 60s, she is tired of it and she decided that she would stay single for the rest of her life in order to not have to take care of a man anymore. 

Who told her that relationship was about taking care of the others but herself? We discussed the possibility of relationship being fun, being a partnership, an exchange, where she cares about him and he spoils her. We even envisioned her having a lover and not a husband. I had the pleasure to see my client turn into an excited teenager once again. Love can be love. Love can be exchanges, fun, travel, joyful moments. Love can be what you want it to be. Just choose the street you want to walk on and enjoy.

Self reflexion

Two years. It has been two years that the man I loved announced me he didn't love me anymore. Two years. I can't believe it. It feels so far. Still one day he stepped away and our family of four was no more. That was so scary. What do you do when everything that you know as true disappear after 20 years? Nothing. You just let go.

He was a wonderful husband. One I wish to any woman even for 20 years. He was a good friend and fortunately is still in so many ways. He is an amazing dad to our boys and that he will always be. He chose a path less traveled and it was his choice and I respect him for that. He didn't do it to hurt me. I know I would never hurt me. He chose to live the life he wanted and that is his absolute right. Still, I had to let go.


It was not easy and then it became easier. Two years ago, I learned to walk on my own. Obviously, I started by crawling and stumbling but soon enough I was running throughout life. Faster than I ever did. Faster than I though I could.

I met new friends. Wow! So many of them. I met new men. Guys, I never thought you would be so great. So many conversations. So many sweet moments. I am so glad I met you for an hour or for months, I am so grateful for every single one of you.

I learned that I didn't need any one to be happy, that some time a walk by the ocean by yourself can be a pure moment of bliss. I discovered that I could step in a room full of strangers and still feel full knowing who I was. I would talk to those I never met before and open my heart only to see their heart opening too. I would walk up to them with a smile and always got a smile back.

And then came the days when I just stayed alone, working, writing, sculpting, doing nothing or actually doing one of the most important thing I learned: being in the present. Breathing, living, enjoying the air around me, the sounds or the smells we never pay attention to. Just being there. Just being happy. Just being...   

Love is eternal

I am in Philadelphia visiting my son who is in college over there for the past couple of years. It's so amazing to see your baby becoming a man. I am so proud of him and of his brother.

But beyond that, yesterday we were out for diner is a great restaurant named Davios. Ok guys, if you are in Philly, you have to try this one. It’s fabulous!. Jordan told me a beautiful story and here it is.

It is about this couple that has been married for 46 years. Every year for 46 years, the husband offered his wife a bouquet of roses fro Valentines Day. The same bouquet, from the same florist, with the same note "Because I love you”. Unfortunately, the husband passed away and this first Valentines day after he died was very hard on his loving wife. When suddenly the door: here was a flower delivery. A bouquet of roses, with this simple message "Because Love is eternal". When she called the florist to find out who send out those flower they explained to her that her husband had prepaid for the same bouquet to be deliver every year for many many more years. Love is not about diamonds and gold (even if it’s nice!) but more about little special attentions and letting the other one how important for you, even when you can’t be with him or her.

So if you have someone special in your life: a spouse, a lover, a child, a parent, a friend or anyone for that matter, don’t forget to say “I love you”. It can go without saying it but it’s so much nicer when you actually say it.

With kindness,