Pretext to... make stains, rebellious, necessarily, improvise on the wet paint, wade, get stuck, skid in the curves, try the useless, free the left hand, escape the vigilance of adults, seek the invisible, without looking like it, dream of impossible colors, paint the passing time, deceive appearances, travel without a ticket, alone, do without words, lose consciousness, get off before coming to a complete stop, look for what I'm seeking. For a long time, the camera was my favourite tool. It allowed me to discover, to observe, to get closer. Beyond the "reality" that the eyes perceive, I liked to play with the subjective, to build an image, with an emotion, a composition, lines, shadows, a light. But as time went by, the photographic print seemed to me cold, too sharp, with too smooth a surface. Painting (and the gestures it imposes) led me to a less "perfect", more personal writing. Inspired by the traces and marks of time on the rocks, the bark of trees, rust, old decrepit walls that have been repainted many times, where maps or silhouettes sometimes appear, I represent human beings, simple elements of the animal kingdom, animals that have things to say, I paint the disorder of the world, or to console myself a universe of dreams and fantasy... As Pierre Desproges said: "One day I will go and live in Theory, because in Theory everything goes well".
