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is a young french writer and poetesse who makes life and movement appear
in anything she touches ! Vehement of love and beauty, she tumbles us
with her modernity as she dares, without pretention, mixing courageously
Art, Science and Philosophy. With a delicate but volonteer touch of
narcissic provocation, ‘using her own humanity as main support
of creation’, she lights our frozen worlds with her brightness.
Her principal preoccupation : get directly connected to life ! At a time full of (religious, racial and social) dualities, she dares sweeping away any form of belief and jugement, making then space for inner faith, and stands up with emotion to scream human dignity, whisper peace and scan universality and fraternity. Margaux throws with confidence herself together with her voice in the emptiness and makes insolite but true worlds appear. On classical, rock, house or hip hop music, on painted, sculpted, virtual or natural backgrounds, she tells us all about her non-conceptual univers. Having for only mount her audacity, she rides and gallops through hatred, abuses, wars and ignorance that she shows us with a violent lucidity and a sonore overthrowing (affecting) poetry. With her words and moves, she draws for us out of invisibility our lack of human values and social landmarks. Margaux brings everything (even God and we must dare to talk about it at least !) back to a human dimension because our humanity is our ultimate reality. Rocking from a revisited classicism to a ‘fashion’ pertness in her looks as much as in her attitudes, in her ‘avant-gardist’ bounds of deconstruction-of-everything, she proposes us her atypic but so realistic world. So, to your eyes and to your ears then ! But before all, to your heart ! |
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Travelling Childwood Margaux Deus is french with italian origins. At
the age of one she begins with her family a long periplus through the
world. A little capricious and spoiled, she is the third of four children
and is brought up with joy and freedom. The wild horizons and mysterious
landscapes she discovers open Margaux’s mind and heart (Pakistan,
South Africa, Marocco, Oman, Iraq, Spain, Italy, Greece and other european
countries). It is in the desert of Oman, she is then 10, that she has
her very first inspirations and starts questionning herself on the phenomenon
of consciousness and the meaning of life. Known as a cheerful, imaginative
and sensitive girl, Margaux is very soon recognized by her teachers
as being a specially gifted child (she’s two years in advance
on the usual school cursus). Her best friend Christine remembers Margaux
at 10 writing and making a first books to which she would give the shape
of a dragon or a magical flower. Inspired by the greek mythology, more
precisely by the ‘Iliade and Odyssée’ of the great
Homère, she still keeps a distinct inclination, among many other
influences, for mythes and epopée.
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The First Wounds Things turn to be worse when she starts highschool.
Her parents, who have always been arguing, start a long painful divorce
procedure that will last 10 years and that will deeply affect Margaux.
She has to handle her own scolarity and life as her parents are too
busy fighting. The familial insecurity and her father’s severety
(he always preaches her humility and simplicity) stops her from expressing
herself thoroughly. But Margaux is an happy, lively young girl and she
luckily finds some confort with friends and sport. Her dentist, one
day, suggests her to become a model, she is then 16. Even though she
lacks confidence, she soon finds a agency in Cannes and starts modeling
without saying a word to her parents. Her first fees for commercials
(Chanel, Blanc Bleu, Tiktiner...) and catwalks come while she is 17
and a student in psychology at the University of Nice. These high amounts
of money (equivalent to 1500 to 2500 euros for few hours of work) turns
her immature head. She is proposed to go to Elite Agency in New York,
to pose for PlayBoy. Her parents refuse.
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The Parisian experienceAt 20, she goes to Paris and timidly tries to develop her modeling career. She immediately finds a position within a deluxe prêt-à-porter company as a cabin model (private show rooms and salons). She is happy with that and she confortably lives on it for two years, losing somehow her first ambitions. Trapped in a world of appearances and illusions, wickened by her family problems, Margaux starts suffering of a superficiality she is not able to handle. Right-minded and too sensitive, she does not know how to use her personal assets and soon loses some of her motivations. Nevertheless, her happy personality takes over and she starts enjoying the pleasures of her Parisian life. She goes to theater and concerts, watches three movies per week, falls in love for modern ballets, goes dancing at Les Bains-Douches, sips coffees at Les Deux Magots and Angélina without daring really dreaming of becoming a artist writer. It is at that time, after the excitment and the facility, after having realized she does not use much of her intellectual capacities, sad but stimulated by the cultural side of her life, that Margaux continues to write ‘Les Pensées verrouillées’ while she still saunters, light and smart, along the parisian streets, her mind full of surrealist poetry. The following years will lead her, through her love stories, to a desperate materialism in luxurious but uninterested environments. She suddenly discovers that her existence has no sense nor depth and once again she forgets all about her writing. Realizing at 26 that she is no longer happy, Margaux starts questionning herself. | |
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The return to herself
She returns home in Nice and starts a psychotherapy, then follows classes
to become a psychotherapist. But this formation raises doubts in her
as it does not bring answers to her questions. She starts reading oriental
and occidental phylosophy books and studies the approaches of some famous
therapists. She then leaves on a quest to herself. Who am I ? What do
I want ?
Margaux becomes a sophrologist as sophrology brings serious changes in her life (sophrology is an humanist science and a philosophy - based on yoga, zen and neurological and psychiatric observations - which studies consciousness and life phenomenons and has no attachement to religion or politics or sects – cf Margaux’s Essai on E.V.P). After a long process of a personal and theorical cursus, she finally finds balance, serenity and creativity (she starts writing serious). As she things she’s been most of the time spoiled and well treated by life, she decides to go towards the others and give. She has been now working for 7 years as a sophrologist, supervising groups or handling individuals. | |
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Today She has just stopped a tough two years intervention
in jail where she had to deal with all types of criminals, murderers,
pedophiles, rapists. She says that she has experienced that amazing
changes are possible when we do approach people with love and no jugement
and recognize them in their humanity and dignity. That the ‘Human’ that interests Margaux today. At a time of virtual pictures and genetic manipulations on humans, she screams that life and humanity are our only and most precious reality. Today Margaux is determined to build her fortress on her own sand castles. The path that leads to it is already laid-out with light. After two years of hesitation, Margaux has decided to focuse now on her writing and to reach for good her new goals. She has completed two fictions, a poetry book, an essai of philosophy. She is now working on her third promising fiction Metatron and performs her action poetry. She is proud of saying she is an ‘autodidact of life’. She very seldom refers to any book-knowledge nor concept or conviction. Her last and only belief is faith. (inner faith, faith in life, in a universal consciousness, faith in love). She adds : “I refuse to follow the masses if they go where I don’t feel I should be going. No matter what the great-thinkers or power-people say or think, I do not want to be ‘an epigone’. I try to think and act by myself... |
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