Born in 1974 in Melun, Virginie Dekker carries within her the intertwined heritage of a Dutch father and a French mother. The daughter of a horticulturist, she grew up surrounded by flowers, scents, and the vibrant hues of nature. This lush, structured botanical world became her very first sensory language. In 1987, a new chapter unfolded: the family moved to the South of France. There, the light changed, the colors intensified, the landscapes transformed — and Virginie absorbed, without yet knowing it, everything that would one day nourish her art.
But life did not spare the young woman. The sudden death of her mother changed everything. She left her studies behind and fled to New York. There, she discovered museums, exhibitions, and the artists of the Big Apple. This stay became a quiet revelation. The artistic seed was planted, even if it did not blossom immediately. Upon returning to France, she went back to her roots: plants, soil, and the horticultural trade. Then came marriage, motherhood, and family travels. Life seemed to resume its course.
