Processional Street. Paris.
Summer is finally coming.
Games of shadows and different scales relying on the absence of the model.
Create an "other".
A kind of chimerical Me, different but with the characteristics of being painted.
Games of colors and materials energize the composition.
The pictorial layer is scratched, hatched to nuance the contours.
Painter
« Without emotions, it is impossible to transform darkness into light and apathy into movement. Carl Gustav Jung »



