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'My preferred technique is the 'scraping method', whereby I apply several overlying coats of paint and scrape away with a knife to reveal the different layers of colour and to create a relief effect. Theses paintings have been inspired by various shapes, both geometric and unusual to create a fractured universe.

DRIFT … FOOLISH ICARUS

In the beginning, the canvas is blind. A drop of milk swathed in mists. Emptiness reigns all around, sterile, ivory-like, a space enclosed in “nothingness” and full of solemnity. The limits of the picture lie within its creator.

The eye becomes both the hostage and the victim. The all seeing eye is both slave and master of the subject matter.

The picture rises up, impassive and voiceless, its nature is peaceful, my gesture its conception.

It seems to sleep and to invite you to guard it. The arm moves and then determines .. the arm works in its field with the tenacity and bravery of the villager. The confrontation begins, the battle is a tough one, the titan arm is victor, the work of art grows, in many colours. Geometry is turned upside down, diverse and “antithetical” shapes appear. Crimson reds melt like sugar into the empty hollows.

Crevasses and wounds creep in everywhere, the hand is sure and ordered. The projections which widely dominate the “Earth of Sienna”, where all is full of holes, of ridges, of gibbosities, broken apart. Mounds build up, and humps make fools of us all.

The knife then comes, gashes and surprises, collides and cracks open, forming constant divisions, connecting and disconnecting, atomising and reuniting .. Gesture accompanies the bloodletting and the knife intensifies, sections, invades, daubs with bright colours, censures, mottles, veins, and variegates without consultation.

How many breaks there are, how many cracks and how much swaying .. the taut flesh is mortified. The paintbrush makes good the stigmatas with voluptuousness and certitude. Blacks assail you in their turn, dispersing and cutting through. The paintbrush straddles the canvas. It is a diver off course, losing ground constantly and plunging into the layers of the matrix, a curious sort of shipwreck.

I dream of disobedience, the ascension would be rapid .. I have my head in cotton wool .. space expands, immeasurable and I float, perched on transparent stilts .. Clouds float by like white angels and the wax melts in the rings of silver .. my wings are magic and the law is powerless .. what a dizzy feeling .. this fool of an Icarus.

extract from the presentation of "Nocturnales footprint, gesture, essence at Waterloo gallery in London
Translated by Jane Fairbairn

The Minotaur

2005
Oil on canvas
153 x122

Lady on a beach

2008
Oil on canvas
90 x 60

June

2006
Digital

Pink eyes

2005
Oil on canvas
153 x 122

Untitled

2008
Oil on paper, natural grain
31 x 46

Untitled

2008
Charcoal on paper and water
27 x 35

Shoes

2007
Mixed media
110 x 122

Candles

2005
Oil on canvas
153 x 122

Portrait

2008
Watercolour. Paper support. Natural grain
27 x 35

Untitled

2008
Charcoal drawing. Support paper
27 x 35