First projects

Beneath the old sheets of worn linoleum lay original stoneware tiles.
Stripping away that plastic skin brought back a bit of light, freshness, and character to the space.

You have to pull hard to tear them off. Luckily, the silicone doesn’t put up too much of a fight.
It’s a strange, almost pleasant feeling to see the tiles reappear.
They’re in fairly good condition overall. A nice surprise.

Repeated attacks with a razor blade make the silicone plates pop off.
It feels like a snake shedding its skin.
What’s left are the ghosts — faint, embedded halos.

On a few square meters, there was no silicone but neoprene glue.
I discovered the joys of the heat gun, cutting everything away centimeter by centimeter.
This small patch gave me more trouble than the entire rest of the floor, but I finally got through it.

Tearing out the old air-conditioning unit was a pleasure. Behind it, I discovered the little planted courtyard that had been hidden.
I really like this place. The window still needs to be replaced, everything needs a good clean, but air flows through,
so does the light — and it feels good.

I finally moved all my things from the old studio.
Stretchers, boxes, cartons, easels — everything’s here.
I’m closing the chapter of rue Xavier de Maistre for good.

More to come soon…