We produce textile pieces in all formats for the home and
for public places: murals, Bed-spreads, net curtains, textile walls
for nurseries... If you have other ideas or requests we can work on them together in the studio or on site.

Our Appliqué is a free juxtaposition of pieces of fabric according to a precise design, using a number of materials. All the compositions are individual. Fabrics of very varied origin are recycled, transferred, cut, recomposed. The work is then enriched by subtle embroidery.

These « duets» simultaneously combine the precious with
the plebeian.
It was one of those extraordinary and unexpected encounters. One day, their common language of textiles led Corinne and Elodie down such a pathway and opened up a world of creative possibilities that each acknowledges the other’s part in.
Their studio, in a house hidden behind foliage with a walled garden full of flowers,
has the charm of places where artists live amongst their own creations.
Piles of fabrics, assembled according to colour, mingle with exquisite ceramic sculptures. The scent of cumin blending with the faint perfume of orange blossom lingers in the room to welcome us.
Whatever the nature of the fabric, it is magically transformed into silk in the hands of
Corinne and Elodie. The materials they use bear an imprint of the past, the childhood dreams that forged their identity and determined the nature of their secret..
Their works are composed with endless patience and complete attention to the task
in hand. They work silently, allowing the fabrics to speak for themselves. A hundred times
in the process they go back over their work. They mould and cut simultaneously,
their imaginative leaps keeping pace with their nimble fingers.
They aren’t only looking for precious materials to work with; they are equally at home with well-worn fabrics taken from old curtains or clothes left hanging in attic wardrobes. They also work with materials of a high quality. Many of these richly-decorated textiles are an evocative reminder of their travels in Marocco, a rising sun in Brittany, the south of Japan where everything takes the form of a joyous smile. Contained within the composition, there is always a more precious motif which restores a connection between past and present and resonates with echoes of all that the poem has chosen to express silently.
Small areas of fabric are pre-cut, dispersed, moved around and reattached with light touches to create a perfect harmony; they glide, dance, gather and link up little by little in a work no longer conscious of its origins. It speaks to us of ruptures, reunions,
fleeting encounters, promises honoured, legends forgotten, humility, humanity.
Like words coming together on a page, the separate parts blend into a cameo of colours, the grey of a November evening, the blue of a field of linseed at break of day, the green grass of an orchard, the red of an autumn sky. And then there are the pinks of Marocco, like pathways to heaven.
The needle hems, emphasises contours, rounds off angles, creates a rhythm of space and time in which we hear the splash of fountains, the music of the wind, the shared language of human experience.
Avoiding the obvious solutions, Corinne and Elodie expose themselves and their work to all the risks encountered on such a journey. When they confront a problem with a motif or colour, they discuss it exhaustively between themselves until their reflections take them down a different pathway; how else can you harness air ? The idea develops until they can envisage it. It is not a representation but a rhythm, an evocation – the sea has no face –
a landscape holds the memory of so many other things.
The threads glide through their fingers, pausing, levitating, exploring, following this path
and that, until they find a place they can inhabit, moving step by step, towards a meeting with the infinite.
When one spends a long time looking at a work of art, it finally reveals itself and its
genesis. One hears an echo of all that has gone into its creation - the laughter of
children, the silence of stone, locked secrets, the language of leaves that speaks to us over the centuries about fragility and strength.
I feel the need to wander about, to return to the work that takes me to the land of dreams. The door is open, it’s up to me to lose myself there, to be caught up in the silence, to submit to it or not. My thoughts linger whilst my soul abandons itself to light,
no longer knowing how to respond, capitulating to the vision that awaits me.

Marie-France Vilcoq