Collection: "Frog legs"

"Frog's Paw" artwork by Audrey Flèchet, lost wax bronze cast at the Champ Bon foundry. To be discovered from July 12, 2026, at Courants d'Arts, Beaulieu-Lès-Loches.

La Petite Fadette, she dragged her legs through the wet grass as if the earth itself had shackled her ankles, and yet she persisted, the child, in doing her gymnastics of a poor, curious creature, there, at the edge of the pond, facing the frogs who, for their part, knew very well how to live without asking questions.

She sat on a clod, not very clean, not very proud, and then she grabbed her foot with her hand, just like that, without thinking, twisting herself, to stretch her thin muscles, in a kind of clumsy imitation of those green critters who stretched themselves, with that ignoble and natural grace, as if the world had always belonged to them.

The frogs, precisely, maybe they looked at her, or maybe not, they didn't care, they made their tiny leaps in the mud with that quiet assurance of beings who have never read a single word of regret. And she, Fadette, she imitated, she copied life as best she could, with the means at hand, with movements a little broken, a little too human, always a nature behind.

She pulled on her foot again, the little one, as if to convince herself that she too could become something other than a lost girl in the grass.

And the world around continued, dirty and calm, indifferent, with its frogs perfectly in their place, and this pond that endlessly reflected the sky.