Every morning I go downstairs, open the door, go out, look at the sky and breathe deeply. Inhaling the air, stepping into time.
In the studio, when things start to move, it is almost the same feeling as walking into daylight : the drying oil paintings are waiting and hoping, and calling. From then on, everything is set in motion in an unknown, mysterious, somewhat magical and inescapable order. I let myself be carried or resist, be guided or countered, everything follows. What leads my gestures proceeds with strength and determination.
Until everything is right. The outline producing areas, limits and contours suddenly appears or fades away. When it is strained, it shapes and reorganizes things, sometimes rapidly, sometimes slowly , until they fall into place. Space, movement, silence. This outline includes what I saw, everything I saw, what I feel and experience and what I hear. The echo of words, the vibration of thoughts, the music of balance. And then: There are blue days. There are red days.
Born in 1959 in France
Exhibitions / recent fairs
Salon Comparaisons Grand Palais, Paris
Galerie de l'Oeil du Huit, Paris
Exposition Espace Culturel Sr Cyprien, Toulouse
Exposition internationale de gravures de Cadaquès
Salon Réalités Nouvelles, Paris
Salon du Petit Format, Bruxelles
Exposition Art's Up, Avignon
Interventions / recent collaborations
Municipalité de Janvry (78), exposition sur morceaux choisis de l'oeuvre poétique de René Char
Collection Gauthier, exposition Centre d'Art Contemporain de Clamart (92)