The biker Painting

Of Swiss parents, I was born in the city of Quebec. I have lived with my wife for several years in Montérégie. In my storybook, I remember that around the age of 12, I showed a strong interest in the arts. My first drawings aroused a burst of surprise and recognition in those around me. Then, faced with their reaction, I continued to sketch on the spot the portraits of the people who crossed my path. End of the 1970s: I had the chance to work with the sculptor Yves Trudeau. Then through this process, in 1979, I found myself in Italy in the village of Pietrasanta where I evolved alongside Esther Lapointe, a recognized sculptor. Suddenly, she died in a road accident. For me, it was a missed date. His death took me away from this passion that inhabited me. In my rearview mirror, some pages remain empty because my eldest daughter Natascha wanted to create a father-daughter work. I saw him evolve in several fields: theater, drawing, painting, music, student radio, and so much more. In March 2017, she laid down her brushes after a fierce battle with breast cancer. From the height of her 33 years, she flew away. Thank you because it filled me with pride! Despite her absence, I know that she awakened in me this passion that once inhabited me. I am happy to share my new outlook on life.