I was born the twelve september one the year one thousand nine hundred eighty six in Saint Palais, a small town in the basque country. My family has aways ived in a small village called Auterrive, near Salies de Béarn. My familly is an upper middle class familly living next to farmers in the countryside. My father, like my grand father and my great grand father are solicitors. My mother is from a rich familly of industrial hand rolling papper and doctors from Angoulème. When I was a child my mother as my father use to work a lot as a physicist so me and my older brother used to have employees to look after us. After me came my little sister and to other brothers, in fact I am the second child of a familly of fives children.
I've always been in a dream since i was a little boy. One of the only things I remember of real life from my childness is my name told again and again before I came out with my dreams: "Yan?, Yan?, Yan?... Yan! hurry up your are late!"
My bigbrother use to be rowdy and with his complicity we started to cast of the education we recieved from our parents and the society, to protect us from the bad side of education (religion, wrong idear about the life and politic, some of the small stupid rules of politeness or code of hypocrisy and more) we wanted to be free and to experiment, to understand life and society by ourself.
I repeated my fifth level, at the age of thirteen it was the occasion for my parens to send me in Oxford to make an exchange of six month in a new familly. This familly was form me a new context more adapted to me wich by his difference gave me the opportunity to empower myself. Also I smocked my first cannabis cigarette, I met my first girlfriend I brake my first car and I played in my first music band... Then I came back to my original familly.
I was thrown in a small public scholl in Mauléon for bad boys were I met all my best friends. I was a small hyppie playing guitarre and often high. I succed in my bacalauréa and in my driving licence.
Then I went to a "prépa" scholl of art in Toulouse, were I spent more time messin' aroud with vagrant drugs dealers and squatters tha, I made some whole painting in squat. But all this did'nt help me to succed to go in any fine art school.
So the next wear I went into an economical school were I spent two wear not verry intersting because I hopped to understand the economical system to fight it and in fact the scholl just tryed to lear me how to benefit of the system.
During the second wear as my older brother I became ill because of the drugs and other things that I can't explain. It took me one year and a half were I didn't work at all to get out of all this shit were I was living in my uncle house wich throw me out after some time, then I went to live with my grand mother. I started to take some painting lessons in Bayonne, one day my teacher (Mr Cazals) asked me what I wanted to do after for the next wear I didn't know but this helped me to think about trying to get in an art school. Then I succed in only one school the one I'm now called Esa des Rocailles, I'm really happy to be there.









