As a child, I spent long hours drawing and my meeting, at the age of 8, with an old box of colours gave me a certainty: "Later on I will be a painter". Without knowing when or how, intensely practiced, with obstinacy, then abandoned, sometimes for a long time, never voluntarily, while painting has never left me, lurking in the shadow of my thoughts, patiently waiting for me to return or trampling on it with impatience, my artistic approach: everything begins with the support, a brown linen canvas, nature under painting, as a soothing, before the confrontation, then comes the work of the material. I superimpose, mix, scrape, sprinkle... Acrylic, mediums, but also pigments, marble powder, sand, gravel... Fragments of nature... I use acrylic which dries quickly because I superimpose very many layers of paint and it is not rare for me to start and finish a painting in a single session. I throw emotions on the canvas, give them a colour, crush them, deform them with the knife blade, model them with a plastic card, stretch them, dissipate them with a brushstroke, a body with an intense body outside time, sometimes almost until exhaustion, and finally, calming.