When I started painting, my life changed. It seems to me that it was from that day on that I finally existed.

 

I live painting intensely with passion, enthusiasm and spontaneity and sometimes even, they say, with exuberance. It allows me to release my emotions, even the most fleeting ones and to express things differently than by speaking.

 

Painting is an Art that sticks to my skin... For me, it is a reason to move forward, to face life which is sometimes very thankless but which I cannot help but love. Life is beautiful if you know how to look at it through the prism of love.

 

I give myself without restriction to my art always with the same ardor, the same passion, the same pleasure.

 

A painter on edge, I create by "feeling" and spread on the canvas, without false modesty, the feelings that drive me, inspired by my life and my encounters.

 

A colorist by instinct, I need to express the chosen subject in a burst of colors: passionate reds, warm oranges, bright yellows; intense blues, vibrant greens, ochres of Provence… The choice of color depends on the moment.

 

I splash my paintings with light, I breathe rhythm and sensuality into them. Emotion, always present in my work, animates a saraband of landscapes, characters, houses and lush vegetation.

 

I paint my works with a knife, reproducing the sculptor's movement. The thickness of the material gives life to my creations and a certain depth. For me, no rules, no prohibitions, I am free in my technique and I claim my originality.

 

In love with life and beautiful things, I like to draw the public into my imagination, sometimes whimsical, whose sole objective is to provide moments of happiness.