Color elegant and wise dress of honey, the look,
But the Black Stockings denounce the loose woman !

In the term of the year, the tree covers itself with bark;
Of the end of the prolonged nails of scissors
The sculptor in skin with love skins
Of wood, gives them life, and infuses its strength

In the sluggish shape under the delivered gouge
Which becomes Flowery Wind, in April, Hut in Flowers,
Lady of the Wood, the Eden, the bud full of fervour
In wait of the Tree, in the slept compost.

In the grey mist he passes as a ghost
A minotaure? King of deers? The Unicorn?

Thierry Laudren sometimes joins with another artist for a common realization. A Duet? As a sonata for two pianos.
Two voices rise at night, the one at first,
Other one answering him, then in a beautiful agreement
The duet creates the sculpture where shivers the Beautiful.

We look through the window in the street, people who pass... We also spy on, between neighbors, when we do not consider observed. Secrets hidden behind the heavy dark doors, secrets guessed behind windows, as when we bend to embrace some glance, the beating heart, the mysteries of a dark well. A whole world of unspoken, black fantasies as night.
A human comedy with drawers!
Sometimes also a Commedia dell ' Arte light as a moss and funny as the laugh of a woman.

It is an undergrowth, where abound ferns
And baliveaux in the light branches,
Dug in bas-relief in the mass of the oak,
Basic salary eternally in its serene grace.