At the moment we are planning to open the school as scheduled after a long holiday. But of course it is a crazy time with this virus story, please take care of yourself. If you are coming from abroad, please contact the embassy of your country in France. They have Read more…
Our school is currently closed due to the influence of coronavirus Today-28/04/2020, the French government announced the policy for May 11th onwards. Based on the current situation, École Phillip Gaulier will be closed until next semester which begins October 19th 2020. Until that time, all workshops will be cancelled. All Read more…
CANCELLED : character workshop (20/04/2020-08/05/2020) AND ALSO CANCELLED : First 3 weeks of Second Year BOUFFONS (20/04/2020-08/05/2020) School will reopen 11/05/2020 (hopefully) Thank you for the many warm letters. Philippe is fine. Don’t worry, he has been super well. We don’t have anyone who is sick around us. There are Read more…
Making things by hand is a really fun and precious time. It’s tedious to get started, but as you face the clay in front of you, you gradually get hooked. Forget everything and immerse yourself. Awesome concentration. The eyes start to shine like a child. The more you play with the Read more…
The first year, we go full steam ahead at the speed of a snail. We don’t dribble too much. It’s more like we salivate with a malicious pleasure: the pleasure of discovering oneself. Showing oneself to others and discovering oneself. What does this convoluted, complicated, overornate sentence mean? That every Read more…
When I was a child from 5 to 10 years old (1948-1953), my mother said I was turbulent; my father, more scientific (general practitioner), used the word intractable; an untamed being, a savage. To put manners on me, he had dug up from old popular wisdom the idea of prison, and Read more…
My school works very well. Its secret? The quality of its teachers and the administration which is led by my wife, Michiko Miyazaki Gaulier, with a Japanese masterful hand. When a journalist, short of ideas, asks if in the course of fifty years I’ve often changed my ideas, I reply: Read more…
Memory stores at random recollections of people we have known or encountered, loved or hated, the colour of skins, the smells. They are all arranged in the sections of our souvenir album of the dead. They don’t help our fantasies: they are their reference points. I am not talking about Read more…