The line is rarely straight. Very quickly, it drifts, becomes a curve, a segment of a circle, a spiral. Or it turns back on itself, a brace, an S-shape, crossing others. Together they form angles, soft or sharp, depending… I love when they fade just before they meet. When the point of encounter isn’t a clutter of indistinguishable forms, but a space wide enough to welcome everyone.
“Mon pays imaginaire” is a space whose outlines are defined by the content. This content tells the story of my origins and my encounter with the world. From this “multi-culture” appears as a necessary utopia, a reformulation of this “All”. A living-together in my own way.
“Mon pays imaginaire” H87cm x L102cm, acrylic on wood
“Tête de Tigre” roaring, or perhaps meowing
“Tête de Tigre” H80cm x L80cm, acrylic on wood
“L’ilu” superimposition of vowels and consonants
“L’ilu” H100cm x L100cm, acrylic on wood