Indentation 2025(1Besancon) - Indentation Symposium

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	Indentation 2025	In progress
	Indentation Symposium 10/1/2025 - 10/3/2025 Venue: Supmicrotech-ENSMM, Besancon, France
Please note ! All dates are subject to changes.

Indentation 2025 symposium will be held at Besancon, in France, from the 1st to 3th of October 2025. Every two years, this symposium gathers academics and engineers involved in the field of mechanical characterisation of surfaces. This year, the symposium will be organised by Femto-st Institute and LPMT.

Themes

Fundamentals of the technique and advances
Coatings, composites and heterogeneous materials
Severe environment
Brittle materials
Metallic materials
Polymers and bio-sourced materials
Simulation and multiscale modelling
Nanomechanics and Scanning Probe Microscopy (linked to GDR CarmaNano)

Website: https://indentation2025.sciencesconf.org/

Organizers


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