Alwar slum Painting

Michel Testard wandering painter of faraway worlds Born in Tokyo to a French artistic family, I grew up between cultures, people and ways of living. More than forty-five years of my life have unfolded far from France — childhood in Japan and Vietnam, later Africa and the UK, and twenty years in India. These places were never stations on a journey but temporary homelands, each leaving its own colour, rhythm and story within me. My painting begins there, in the emotional imprint of lived experience. I paint what I have encountered — and what has stayed. A bend of the Ganges at dawn, the faded colours of mineral Ladakh, the majestic wilderness of Iceland, the twilight of a bazaar street in Rajasthan, the melancholy of forgotten cities. At times the real dissolves into the imaginary: dreamlike Goan rooms opening onto the sea; jungles murmuring like pages from Kipling; and sometimes strange portraits of musicians, rajas and yogis stepping forward with a touch of humour. My themes are not records of travel but echoes of true encounters — described and reinvented with tenderness. I work quickly, letting intuition guide the brush. Influenced by masters such as Matisse, Gauguin and Amrita Sher-Gill, I favour colour over accuracy, emotion over precision. My style is spontaneous and expressionist, often rooted in imagination and enriched by accident. If my work has a singular thread, it lies in this wandering gaze shaped by many homelands — a way of seeing that blends East and West, past and present, reality and fantasy. Painting, like writing, is my way of honoring the worlds I have lived in, and the people and places that continue to live within me.