It starts with a task, a color, the choice of brush. One action attracts the next. It’s a simple operation, I sail on sight. The strata accumulate, occult or reveal. The painting overflows, from one painting to another, there is an overall logic. The paintings are abandoned, then resumed over several sessions. I’m looking for a fragile balance, I want to surprise myself. Gestures, rhythm, circulation, colour, writing. The process ends on its own, as a matter of course. Painting is for me a suspended moment, a vital impulse that is not subject to any rules. A beautiful illusion.