il se passe quelque chose 2016-2015


The colours are losing control and are coming to life. The reds are reddening, are becoming vermilion, the pinks are aging. The crimson is standing alongside the acid. The soft forms, still hybrid and always faceless are losing their identity in favour of the tint. Side by side, posed, encased or distant, they are waiting, on the lookout… Some architectural landmarks open or close the area. Organic, mental, surrealist and without frame, these landscapes test the observer in live.