"The Champ Bon art foundry is not a place for office workers... It's a place where things heat up, where things burn, where things explode... That's where little Audrey Fléchet makes her bronzes, her carousel of gossip about gigolettes and animals... She makes them using lost wax, an old method she learned through her travels... She manages on her own, the kid, she doesn't need help... She models her beasts in wax, she puts them in ceramic molds... And then she sets them on fire, she melts the wax, she pours the molten bronze... It makes flames, sparks, smoke... It smells of sulfur, metal, sweat... She doesn't care, she's not afraid, she likes it... She breaks the molds, she takes out the bronzes, she cleans them, she polishes them, she patinates them... She gives them colors, blue, green, brown... She gives them a soul, a name, a life... She signs her mark on them... She makes twelve of each, not one more... And most of them are unique pieces, she's not here to run the shop, little Audrey Fléchet... She's proud of her work, her workshop... It's not a place to show off... Here she tells stories."