Inside the Void

From the most distant memory, I think I already had a pencil or a brush. I was quickly touched by painting and its ability to give impressions and sensations. There has never been a break between childhood drawing and painting, it has always been my refuge, my means of expression. If I had to identify any constants in my work, I would analyze it this way: walking in the streets we often find things ... the walls are emergences, we can find symbolic elements. Why I have a suggestion with these images, I have never reasoned, I am intuitive. The walls give me impressions, feelings: sometimes negative or even oppression and tragedy. They are also for me a place of contemplation, of meditation, moreover, the first text of the founder of Zen Buddhism is entitled "The contemplation of the wall". These spaces are no longer a place used to enclose, separate, and prevent seeing, they become on the contrary a place, a space, and an opening towards other things. Scratches, damp spots, cracks ... t