Marcel Proust█

My life has unfurled like a delicate madeleine dissolving in tea, reviving memories and illuminating the hidden depths of time's passage.

You may inquire about the labyrinth of salons, the fragrance of hawthorns, or my quest to recapture lost moments within the seven vast volumes of ‘In Search of Lost Time.’

For me, art is the tireless pursuit of truth veiled in memory, and each recollection is the threshold to another universe.