It's just me and the way I communicate with nature, that is, life...Nothing else. That's where I rest, that's where I find answers. That's where I find painting if you wish. Colours and forms, forms and colours. As for what they call whatever is behind a work of Art, I don't think it's me that can give you an answer. It's not my role. If something like that exists, if you can find it, let me know too.
Lately, I have discovered my face amongst the interwined tree branches, and Elizabeth, full of curves on cars'windows or behind curtains. I found Constantine built in the wild bedrocks, his gaze everywhere...Pieces of a puzzle, all mixed up. Wherever I passed, I left an eye to watch behind. And no...I haven't just seen curves, shadows, branches and rocks. I gather, there must be others who would like to look into this matter using the same code. The one of truth and simplicity. Because, as we have said, painting equals life. Life everywhere. Wherever you look, there is life.
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