I give visuals to listen to in order to talk to yourself, about yourself.
If observing paintings calms the mind, what need do they meet?
Or daydreaming about stories to tell?
But, who’s talking? Who can hear? Who is listening?
Can they help to think differently?
An evolutionary life pattern led me to art. Self-taught, I engage my passion in a research: where does the inspiration come from?
I affirm my first expressions with sculptural installations. I like to work by listening to matter and spaces. However, I feel that painting will allow me to express the essential better.
For a long time I go in circles. I’m looking for all the ways to produce this plot. I refine the essential in one gesture. I find the balance point in dripping and produce paint rains. The result is perspectives open to an infinite depth. Is it the one from which “what comes” comes? Do the myriads of ideas come from the very depths of the distance or from within? The colours symbolize the rustle of the light of consciousness.
In March 2016, I want something to happen. While painting, I slide, fall and cut the inside of my hand deeply. This disabling accident cuts me off in my tracks. I paint a last painting “the accident”, then I have no taste for anything and close the workshop for almost two years.
It is from this nothingness that the idea of painting as I draw suddenly comes to me. But painting is not drawing. My requirement is such that I cannot be satisfied with partial approaches. Observing people’s looks leads me to paint imaginary characters with eyes full of changing expressions. I notice that, in the face of these paintings, some people change their moods. Reflection seems to produce thoughts in the other.
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