Try and paint the images that come in dreams or looking at landscapes, let the mind wander to finally transcribe my emotions, oil is my support, colors my words.
I discovered painting as a child while running through the corridors of the Louvre Museum. A desire to create will grow over the years to begin to point the tip of the brush in 1997.
Hidden in my attic, I see the trees of the forest which allow me to know the season, the color of the sky and the mood that my brushes and my knives will give me to translate into canvases.
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