It took me almost 40 years to accept that creating art was my passion, the fuel behind my energy, and that it was most probably my purpose in life.  

I was born and raised on the shores of Normandy in France, in a house full of colorful fabric pieces, sewing machines, and diverse and varied materials for arts & crafts, where I have always been encouraged to create and try new things. My passion for papers and pencils was born at that time, and I can still picture myself building boxes with old pieces of cardboard and covering them with wallpaper samples found in trashed catalogs! At 7, I used to sign all my drawings under the name “Zabé the painter”, but it took me much more time - and a successful corporate career- to realize that I could finally become one.  

From Paris, where I have spent most of my adult life, to Los Angeles where I now live, I have been encouraged by my family, my friends and my husband to venture into the unknown and eventually make my artistic coming-out.  And here I am!

Until recently, I was all about realism, trying very hard to capture everything I saw perfectly. I used to call myself the "counterfeiter", being able to reproduce everything I wanted whatever the medium... It was giving me a feeling of safety and control, preventing me from listening to what the true Zabé had to say. But at some point, I started to feel oppressed by what I was doing, enclosed inside me - I could literally feel it. This is when I decided to stop thinking, letting my intuition guide me and unleash my arm.