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Born in Algieria, Oran, 1954, I spent my six first years in « La Senia », a little village where the army installed their flight base. We came back to France in 1961 in Romarantin. This is precisely at this period that I started seriously to draw. Then, we moved a lot to different places & all these constant chang… Read More
Born in Algieria, Oran, 1954, I spent my six first years in « La Senia », a little village where the army installed their flight base. We came back to France in 1961 in Romarantin. This is precisely at this period that I started seriously to draw. Then, we moved a lot to different places & all these constant changes will push me to be often isolated in my bedroom: for all these years, drawing was my only hobby, if we except my chaotic high school studies.


Finally, we moved to Port de Bouc, a little town in Provence & I will terminate my studies in the Paul Langevin High School, Martigues, where I have been lucky to meet a Plastic Arts teacher with an international dimension; he will find inside me the loneliness & the gift that I inherited. I had nobody else to speak with about this passion, as my family was hermetic to such subjects.

During this year, 16 hours a day, he will toughly teach me all the basics & especially how to manage the mastering of charcoal drawing by copying several masterpieces from Michaelangelo or Raphaelo.

He will destroy systematically all my attempts until I get a 15/20 grade, even if sometimes I passed 10 to 12 hours trying to get something acceptable.
I still thank him (even if sometimes I hated him for that) to have me make understand that we get finally a result only when we put ourselves in danger: you have to work very hard, start, restart, go back, again & again... In a few words, never take the easy way, be demanding to yoursel to finally cultivate your own Art.
During some years I practiced portraits only for fun & I participated for the first time to an art show at the Denfert Gallery in Martigues. We left just after to live in Paris.
Then, I went regularly to an artist workshop & met a woman painter who exposed her art regularly at the « Salon des Indépendants », & finally all came by itself: several shows to the same Salon des Independants, some galleries, even some shows in Guadeloupe where I lived for a year & a half.


Speaking about my arts, I was really born at this time! My paintings evolved, even changed should I say, to what became my actual way of expression.


I am now living again in Martigues, Provence. Read Less
Painting became natural few years ago as a mean of expression allowing me to free my emotions.
This passion was born during my childhood, burried in earth during long years because of materail contengencies: earning money! But the spirit of creation of the adult gives a future to childhood initiation.

Drawing is … Read More
Painting became natural few years ago as a mean of expression allowing me to free my emotions.
This passion was born during my childhood, burried in earth during long years because of materail contengencies: earning money! But the spirit of creation of the adult gives a future to childhood initiation.

Drawing is not daily lived without keeping an indelebile print. The flow contained all these years (i started again to paint only 8 years ago) is flooding my mind today. All these feelings, emotions, sensation that I kept inside of me are coming out now with a surprising evocation. I want to fix them on a painting, in an irrestible moose of expression and I search, dig, and refuse the take the easy way.
Each experience enriches my work in a passionating quest in order to try to translate the mental picture. Sometimes it imposes by itself with so much intensity that I feel a vital need to transcript and express myself: a wonderful immersion, not feeded from the contact with reality. This is a global feeling & quite immediate which is used to stay in the imaginary sensitivity, maybe from a lived life felt as a permanent mystery, a field exploration of a fearing dizziness.

Between abstract and figurative, I let your eyes take possession of my imaginary world. It is used as a kick start & allows traveling in the labyrinth of a thought: yours. You have to keep at the frontier of feeling and cross borders, at least that’s what I think and it is applicable to my art that I wand qualify of “intuitive”. Read Less
Material and textures I experiment are almost in all my paintings. It goes from mortar & silk paper to cardboard sticking and even sometimes small glass pieces, gauze bandage, wood, coral or shavings. Sometimes it ends with a painting, guided at the beginning by… hazardeous ways!

To give you an idea of the proce… Read More
Material and textures I experiment are almost in all my paintings. It goes from mortar & silk paper to cardboard sticking and even sometimes small glass pieces, gauze bandage, wood, coral or shavings. Sometimes it ends with a painting, guided at the beginning by… hazardeous ways!

To give you an idea of the process, I place myself in front of my white cloth, on which I put different materials with an idea of colors to be worked on, but with no definitive idea of the final result. The colors used go from hot or cold tones, just function of my moment feeling.

By putting my hands directly in the paint and working on contrasts and luminosity some form progressively appear. I only need a support and the introspection gives birth to a ballet where one gesture erases the previous one. This is a perpetual movement until the end: the labyrinth of our souls. Unconsciousness becomes consciousness and invisible becomes visible!

Landscapes that were only in my imagination now appear. The spirit of invention, creativity & researches make my art and feed my soul. Both aesthetics and harmony imply to transmit a simple and generous emotion, sharing a multidimensional universe. The essential links between the soul and the body, instinct and drive are a personal relationship, imperceptible and fascinating. The Art, at this moment, is movement, excitement, mystery, being at the same time both evidence and personal reflect.

Once my painting is finished and exposed to strangers’ eyes, it stills live with the proper world of the viewer: it is not mine anymore. Whatever the artist intends to say, the message is transformed as an echo of the viewer life. My paintings represent a reinvented reality, suspended to the reality of others eyes and invited to enter in my universe.

My hands spin to translate the urgency and emotions, I walk blindly towards the objective. One has to accept the almost carnal duality between the hand sometimes fragile or sure and the heat as a consequence of the emotion. A gesture that impulses and determines the directions; the feeling of being a tightrope walker between the link of my thoughts and what my hands translate: inside promenade, personal expression, mosaique of memories, where spirit and inspiration finally mix up. What a pleasure when this emotion strikes you! An atmosphere that suddenly re-sounds between two beings, something both fugitive and fragile, close to the limit of a creative fantasy, a timeless subjectivity.
I try to bring you in a world allowing creative fantasy, dreams and hopes.

So do not” look at” but “look for” and let you go in those spaces built on the basis of density and fantasy, until you reach my proper limits where dream and light are THE striking point, where Art is used as a springboard to a beautiful life.

I do not know where you will be going to, but for myself, I hope I will continue to evolve, as pleasure and serenity are part of the spontaneous expression, never looking to other contingencies than the satisfaction of painting my Art. Read Less
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