"To paint not the object, but its effect." (Stéphane Mallarmé)
It came out of the blue
one day I had no brush in my hand so I started
thinking with my feet. They are not very regular, not very academic, but spontaneous.
As if rhyme has installed itself in me without me asking for it. Sometimes the
beat would wake me up at night. I contemplated many dawns
Image collages, word collages. inspiration is a kind of little delirium where things recover their sense.
The seasons I attributed to these little notebooks correspond to moods or situations. I left to others, far more talented than me, the task to illustrate them.