... is very rare. Who knows why I was free and why so much snow covered Paris on that day? Within few hours, the colours of Paris changed to black and white, the streets were deserted. I was there to capture this exceptional moment of silence and quietness.
Paris lovers will rediscover another Rodin museum, another bridge Alexandre III... another Paris
Those who dreams of Paris will feel the romantic atmosphere of this wonderful city.
I know more about my paintings... than myself. My work is a quest, a personal search for identity. I am deeply attached to a figurative representation of my subjects, often women, which gives me the freedom to invent, to create these imaginary and perceptibly different figures. Waiting, solitude, thought and even a form of melancholy shroud the soul of my characters. It is the translation of that interior world that fascinates me; to merely suggest the instant before the emotion, the expression of the fleeing emotion. It is that dimension I seek and want to find again in each of my paintings. Silence is their intimate component.