A view of the butcher shop on the corner of a Parisian square. A rainy evening
On a September morning, at dawn, we were going to a flea market. The sky colors were so violent that I thought: if I paint them, nobody will believe they´re real. It is a Fauvist morning at Tourette sur Loup
In general, when I go to a city, it is to stay and live. But those rare times when I visit them as a tourist, my gaze calms down, partially frees itself from torments and bring out almost didactic moments, photographs of places and people.
My isolated characters, lost in the cities.
Cities are hostile, repulsive places, all meeting places have a price. And, without money, one remains cut off, isolated from the context. Lost among the private and distant houses.
My characters in nature blend with the landscape. Elusive woman washing herself in the corner, almost carved in the background rocks. The grazing light of the sunset is the real subject of the painting.