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  • MIRECOURT BOX | IDEE INDIGO

    MIRECOURT KEEPSAKE BOX Ipe, oak, vegetable-tanned leather, copper L: 235 mm W: 130 mm. Height: 60 mm D: 35 mm W: 620 g Availability Contact me BACK BACK

  • PRIMORDIA. STILL & DEEP | IDEE INDIGO

    PRIMORDIA STILL & DEEP Black walnut, field maple W: 440 mm. Height: 140-180 mm Inclination: 8° D: 280 mm W: 1.3 kg approx. Availability Contact me BACK BACK

  • TORII. ACCUEIL | IDEE INDIGO

    HOME WOOD STUDIO CREATIONS ZOOM CONTACT IDEE INDIGO TORII TORII TORII TORII TORII Between Heaven and Earth. To sit. Simply. ZENJÔ #1 Stool To be enriched, modified, etc., simplicity of the seat. Awakening ZAZEN To be determined Meditation bench TO BE DETERMINED To be determined Meditation bench STILL & DEEP An intimate ode to contemplation Top page

  • ZOOM | IDEE INDIGO

    Publications récentes IDEE INDIGO Découvrez la flute. Détendez vous. Musique relaxante. Créations musicales originales non formatées ZOOM COMING SOON ... ON YOUTUBE ... Future... "SWEET FRANCE" A selection of soothing melodies, all composed by French men and women in the spirit of the French flute school that captivated so many artists at the end of the 19th and beginning of the 20th centuries... Learn more: LINKTREE I subscribe

  • TORII # 2 | IDEE INDIGO

    TORII #1 Walnut, field maple W 420 mm. Height: 430-450 mm D: 270 mm Availability Contact me BACK BACK

  • ZOOM | IDEE INDIGO

    HOME WOOD STUDIO CREATIONS ZOOM CONTACT IDEE INDIGO ZOOM ... FROM THE IDEA... Working with wood is a constant dialogue with it. You can't work with wood without continually observing its demands, its limits, its refusals, its promises... It begins with an inner reflection. A seed of an idea, a concept, an object that you make your own through hours of contemplation. Between the ideal object, the one you want to create, and the final object, the one you can make with what you have. In a simple workshop. Cut off from the world, yet fully connected to the world. ↩︎Back Ancre DE L IDEE... Ancre ... AU TOUCHER ... ... TO THE TOUCH ... Wood is touched with the eyes. It is seen with the fingers. But it reveals its soul through gesture. The gesture of sketches, then plans made of lines, curves, shapes, and reliefs... Then it lends itself to tools, machines, and hands, provided we take our time and respect it at every moment. The tree has given its life. Let us return it to it with dignity. ↩︎Back Ancre ... CREER ... CREATE... ... In varied musical universes ... I never tire of discovering this fabulous instrument through covers or personal compositions from different horizons. ↩︎Back Ancre ... DES PIECES SINGULIERES ... ...UNIQUE PIECES ... With its robustness and original beauty, wood naturally invites us to combine beauty with utility: beauty and functionality are inseparable. Function in elegance is the path I keep in mind in each of my new projects, hoping to create an object in which they are in perfect symbiosis. ↩︎Back DISCOVER MY CREATIONS DISCOVER MY WORKSHOP Top page

  • ABOUT | IDEE INDIGO

    Biographie Idee Indigo Flute. Récits. Réflexions Qui est IDEE INDIGO ? Musique zen. Retrouver l'essentiel. Haut de Page ABOUT BIOGRAPHY ANECDOTES, STORIES REFLECTIONS TO BE An artist freed from the constraints of the scene. An independent artist . Polymorphic. Various. Unformatted in too small a format. Freed from the diktat of "producers". A peaceful artist . To find the essential. Inner Peace. Natural. Far from the deafening and inaudible tumult of a world overcrowded with dissonances. My project is a bit of all that. For that, I have a master tool: music. A star: the flute Every day I work in this way. I am not aiming for the miracle. I am simply trying, in every moment, to slowly take the time to find it. Because I don't have time to go too fast anymore. I seek to progress towards a peaceful world and to share it. Renvoi haut de page 1 AUTOBIOGRAPHY biographie Guitar, dulcimer, banjo, jaw harps, singing... There was always music in our family from a very young age. I don't even remember when I started playing the harmonica. My older sister gave me my first recorder when I was six. It was made of beautiful maple wood. Then came flute lessons within the family. Next came studies at music school and university in Lyon, thanks to Antoine Duhamel, Serge Saïtta, and Sophie Dufeutrelle. And finally, the Paris Conservatory in the prestigious French flute school with a great lady of the flute, Maryse Ancelin. I then passed the CAPES (French teaching certification) in Music Education in Tours and the Agrégation (competitive teaching exam) in Music in Nice. Today, I teach and live between Strasbourg and the state of Baden-Württemberg in Germany. Top of page ANECDOTES , STORIES ANECDOTES, RECITS I've really started... ...studying the flute at 16. Since then, I've progressed and my passion has never left me. It's rarely too late! Top of page I was 21 years old... ...when I first set foot in Paris, coming from Lyon, my native province. To take lessons with Madame Ancelin. As soon as I entered the hall of the Conservatory, I heard wonderful sounds. So wonderful that I wondered what instrument it could be. Not the flute! Impossible... Read more... J'avais 21 ans... I was 17 years old... ... when I entered the National School of Music and Dance in Villeurbanne (Lyon). I was lucky enough to benefit from the teaching of two flute masters. Read more... The city... ... in which I grew up was, to say the least, infamous. Even the police only entered in cases of force majeure ... Read more... REFLECTIONS Réflexions Top of page Happiness In trying to save time, we lose happiness. Love For those who do not have the lamp of love, the day will always be night. Silence Sounds and music are merely the lamp that illuminates the essential, the object of the sage's desire: silence, the supreme goal of all music. Eternity In every moment, eternity awaits you.

  • TORII # 1 | IDEE INDIGO

    TORII #1 Walnut, field maple W 420 mm. Height: 430-450 mm D: 270 mm Availability Contact me Availability Contact me BACK BACK

  • Copie de LEAF SOUL. ACCUEIL | IDEE INDIGO

    HOME WOOD STUDIO CREATIONS ZOOM CONTACT IDEE INDIGO AMBASSADOR AMBASSADOR AMBASSADOR AMBASSADOR LEAF SOUL Textures enhanced by the harmony of curves OBSIDIENNE The signature piece of the collection. Elegance. Eloquence. Mystery. AMBASSADOR #2 Generous ochre and deep ebony hue AMBASSADOR #3 Contrast of velvety warmth and mineral freshness AMBASSADOR #4 Warm gentleness. The perfect blend

  • Inquiry Services Page | IDEE INDIGO

    Explore our services and get in touch Our Services 01. Projet Personnalisé Nous analysons vos besoins uniques pour concevoir une solution sur mesure qui répondra précisément à vos objectifs. Ce service est idéal pour les besoins spécifiques qui sortent des offres standards. Laissez-nous créer quelque chose d'unique pour vous. Show more 02. Planification de Solution Personnelle Bénéficiez d'une écoute attentive et d'une approche individualisée pour définir la meilleure stratégie pour vous. Nous travaillons main dans la main avec vous pour identifier et mettre en œuvre la solution parfaite. Obtenez des conseils adaptés à votre situation spécifique. Show more 03. Forfait Guide Expert Accédez à notre savoir-faire et à notre expérience pour naviguer vos défis. Profitez d'une orientation claire et de recommandations éclairées pour assurer votre succès. Ce forfait vous offre une structure pour avancer avec confiance. Show more

  • ANECDOTES, RÉCITS | IDEE INDIGO

    histoires et anecdotes d'IDEE INDIGO Un univers musical apaisant. Musique méditative ANECDOTES , STORIES I was 21 years old... ...when I first set foot in Paris, coming from Lyon, my native province. To take lessons with Madame Ancelin. As soon as I entered the hall of the Conservatory, I heard marvelous sounds. So marvelous that I wondered what instrument it could be. Not the flute! Impossible! Too beautiful! I was captivated and, above all, impressed. But deep down, I knew it was indeed the sound of the flute… I sat down on a bench, and it took me a good two minutes to convince myself that it was indeed the sound of a flute. That it was coming from the room on the left where I was supposed to go and introduce myself. I was frightened. I wanted to go back to Lyon immediately. Afraid of looking ridiculous. Afraid of this new world. It took me another 15 minutes to force myself into the room, after I'd overcome my fears: the price of the TGV ticket and the money involved represented a significant expense for my mother. I simply couldn't back out. I went to the door, knocked, and went in. And what I heard live changed my life… Read more... J'avais 21 ans... After brief, customary introductions... ...I sat down and listened to the various students. My level was clearly far below what I was hearing… An hour later, my turn came. It was quite brief. In barely two minutes, Ms. Ancelin, a radiant woman with great vitality, made it clear to me that I couldn't be accepted into the Conservatory. That I simply wasn't good enough. I won't go into the details, but I practically begged her, saying emphatically, "Trust me, Madam! Please, trust me! You won't regret it!" She agreed. And scheduled a new probationary appointment for me a month later. Read the end ... Après de brèves... I worked... ...with relentless effort. Scales, arpeggios, fingerings, mechanics exercises, posture, tone, studies, breath control… My only guide was the invaluable advice of Sophie Dufeutrelle, my teacher in Lyon, and of course, what I had heard at the Conservatory in Paris. I rejoiced at my progress. I wept at my defeats. I was driven by a phenomenal force. A month later, I appeared again before the woman I already admired, having heard her play only once. I played the pieces she had given me to study. She bustled about, smiled, raised her arms to the sky. She asked me to stop and put down my flute. She hugged me tightly, stamping her feet, laughing. She said, "You, at least, keep your word." She added something like, "What you just did is prodigious." Once the session was over, I went outside. I sat down in a park. And I broke down. I cried a lot. Me, the kid from the projects, I was finally getting into the Conservatory! In Paris! Never give up. Persevere. J'ai travaillé... I was 17... ... when I entered the National School of Music and Dance in Villeurbanne (Lyon). I was lucky enough to benefit from the teaching of two flute masters. My «real» first courses were given by Serge SAITTA. An authentic artist passionate about Baroque Music, he has obviously given me a very strong passion for this music that I still mostly practice today, thanks to his deep knowledge of «the art of playing the flute». He was indeed one of the pioneers of the re-discovery of this repertoire alongside Barthold KUIJKEN or William CHRISTIE, to name but a few. But the technique of the modern flute, especially that of the 19th and 20th centuries, was taught to me by Sophie DUFEUTRELLE. By her passion, her rigour and her curiosity, not to mention her contagious good humor, she set me on the path of demanding and open to new music, was my patient advisor for several years, to whom I know I owe a great deal today, and allowed me to follow the Masterclass of Pierre-Yves ARTAUD, specialist of the contemporary flute and a new approach to the repertoire. The ENMD of Villeurbanne was also for me the time of my first «contract» thanks to Antoine DUHAMEL, then Director of our school, with whom I also took courses of harmony and composition. J'avais 17 ans... La cité... The city... ...in which I grew up was, to say the least, disreputable. Even the police only entered in cases of absolute necessity... Walking home in the evening was always tricky, even dangerous. Especially with my flute or cello. From the bus stop to my housing project, I had to take a dark road. Then I walked alongside a housing estate even rougher than mine. Strategy was key: crossing to the opposite sidewalk showed fear. That way, you were guaranteed to be accosted by a gang. Walking along the sidewalk of this troubled estate with your eyes down was a bad idea: again, it was taken for fear and too often ended in trouble. So you had to walk right past these gangs with your head held high. Answer them as briefly as possible, without reacting to their verbal attacks. And look them straight in the eye for a split second. Absolutely no longer. Because a poorly chosen word or a lingering stare was taken as a provocation, and it ended badly. Once past the "danger" zone, a simple rule had to be followed: don't look back... Except in exceptional circumstances, but that was a matter of intuition. In short, it required a great deal of tact and diplomacy. Once I arrived in my neighborhood, all that remained was to hope that another gang wasn't sitting right in front of the entrance to my stairwell...

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