Georges

My avatar is called Georges, a mysterious character in greyish coat and hat forever turning his back to us. He possibly represents that somber part that we usually do not allow to come into daylight, that part with no words nor articulate thoughts but violent desires or fears: death, escape, happiness or consolation of all sorts...  Georges allows me to express what she would not know how otherwise. As for the spectator, he or she may well feel an odd familiarity with the character and experience the strange feeling of recognizing something he or she did not know was there. So it might just be that Georges is me... and us