With no formal education, Nicolas Contessi has always drawn and painted late. There comes an age when he feels more serious about his painting but always with pleasure.
After a few landscapes and various objects, and on the occasion of portraits, he quickly found his subject which he continued to exploit, wood, in the form of logs, trunks, branches... Dead, but not completely. Shot down. Cut. Huddled up. Plugged in.
The wood thus represented is a landscape in its own right. Sometimes painted as resigned, passive, waiting for his fate, sawdust chipboards, still life in spite of himself. But he also paints as being dying after having suffered an attack, as if he was letting appear a final defensive position. What these heaps reflect is a call for calm, for reflection on its use rather than the usefulness we create for it.
No political or ecological struggles in these works, just a human reminder of contemplation in the face of one of the most precious possessions that surrounds us, while time continues to escape us.