Although I don’t try to interpret things I see, for a good reason, there is no subject, my painting is not figurative. I only try to reflect on the canvas vibrations, pieces of sombre desire and tortured thoughts, bright flashes of lights, emotions that jumps out at you by-passing any intellectual understanding… non-figurative, but not at all abstract. Furiously concrete, sometimes almost physical. Some paintings, dark and tortured will literally hit you, while others, more airy, will lighten your head and sooth your soul.
Another one will grab you by the hand, teeming with its strange textures, full of movement, vibrant internal dynamics that exult, discrete and caressing or overflowing with an almost obscene life, each of these creations have their own life, each is an emotional universe by itself, a particular focus on one or the other of the countless energies that live very deep in our souls and in our own cosmos.