I look for the interstices

through which the painting can sneak in,

to be born to itself.

This narrow passage of the technique,

that I learned by myself,  

which gives a support to what escapes me,

to what is created by my hands,

to the Immense.

Little by little, I discover what intoxicates me and carries me:

The materials,

sometimes pure, sometimes tormented,

like a background

which is built by successive layers of glazes

that I lay down, triturate, erase...

Revealing a field of possibilities made of contrast.

Revealing the song of colors, open door to joy.

The lines,

reminiscent of Chinese calligraphy practiced for years,

sometimes tapered and sometimes uneven,

move me by their poetry.

By this deposited way

which invites the glance to follow them,

to travel in and out of the canvas.

And the dazzle of the light

which exalts itself thanks to the force of the shade,

dance of the chiaroscuro.

I explore and tend to free myself from the form, from the known

to enter fully into the painting,

in this space of mystery

which speaks to us of an elsewhere shaped by infinity

and which takes flesh thanks to the matter.

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