One Christmas, when I was nine years old, I received a paint box from the company where my father worked. Inside was a canvas depicting a sailboat, each section numbered to correspond to a specific color.

 

Very quickly, boredom set in. I abandoned the instructions, played with the colors as I pleased, and broke the constraints of the framework.

Today, I understand that this freedom was my first revelation: more than an escape, I was creating my own world.

 

In 1978, I joined the Leo Marchutz School of Painting and Drawing, where I learned not to look, but to see. Seeing is the gaze that pierces the essence of things.

 

A double movement: diving into the heart of what surrounds us, while allowing ourselves to be traversed by it, becoming one with what is observed.

 

A painting reaches its fullness when there is nothing more to add or subtract. When the "errors" become composition, when the "flaws" give it strength, the work is complete. And perhaps it completes me too?

 

I simply feel—without pride—that I have given birth to something right. The canvas bears my imprint, but lives its own life. So, I seize a new blank page, a ground to build on, and I feel alive.

 

Artistic training

In 1978, I studied at the Leo Marchutz School (Aix-en-Provence), a founding experience. Although I graduated from the Institut des Beaux-Arts, it was there that I acquired the tools to create from the essence of reality.

Nestled in the Hôtel d'Albertas, this unique venue combines tradition and personal expression, providing a setting for artistic exploration.

 

Creative approach

Unlike conceptual art, my inspiration comes from the tangible world. A blank canvas is like an uncharted territory—a space where the imagination takes root.

I weave a language of color, light, and contrast. My challenge? To captivate the eye, provoke thought, awaken the senses.