Jardins Secrets

Painting Serie on cotton

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Cher univers,

Le Printemps est gris

Je pleurs quand je regarde les infos

L’humain est capable du pire

Ça ne m’étonne même plus.

Je peins pour passer le temps

Pour trouver un sens à mes images

Des paysages où la lune devient fruit

Des marées de bleu sur du coton tendu

Je remets ma vie

Dans des cartons

A la recherche de toujours plus de douceurs

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Each image is a visual poem composed of hieroglyphs collected through research and experimentation. Each symbol and form celebrates the blending of cultures, establishing a dialogue between past and present. The repetition of a symbolic vocabulary constitutes an artistic discipline, reinterpreting ancient motifs to address contemporary issues.

Drawing becomes the silent language of my inner self, translating into lines and curves my moments of wonder, challenges overcome and dreams to be pursued. Poetry mingles with color, creating a personal emotional language, inviting the viewer to decipher my drawings as enigmas. Modularity is a tool for creative exploration, where each shape becomes a piece of a grand construction set. This exhibition invites us to explore the richness of our cultural heritage while reflecting on our identity and place in the modern world, demonstrating that art transcends temporal and geographical boundaries.

Spring 204