All that lives transmits vibrations that touch us, but that we cannot see.
And if we could see them, they would appear like the ripples of a stone thrown in the lake...
That is what I try to paint. Lines that mix together finding new ones in the old ones, creating a movement, allowing the vibrations to dance. All of it swimming in an irrational light from inside.
I do it because I have to but also to please the soul of others. And also to denounce. Actually, it is a sound of alarm to awaken us, here and now, to the events and to ourselves. Later, this could be like a whisper of desolation, of painful memories that are impossible to absorb, putting more weight on our debt to the Universe, when our thirst to live has dried up.
