"Ce n'est que moi", drawing Print

Without any ambition than the dilettante, I touched the plastic arts touched bodily expressions. I attached myself, sometimes loosely, to the causes of my contemporaries. I have, after this route of exhibitions, art gallery ARTHE Gaujac and support of proven artists drawing. Whatever we call contemporary. Black humor, absurd scenes shifted legends. Coal to digital, as I pompously titled one of my little collections in 2010, wants to show that ... whatever that extends the fingers, the trace remains as tiny of what we are; breath newborn clouds on a blue background, ashes in the urn ... The darkness born of their resinous torches stretched, according to the projections and recesses of the cave, changing forms. Fear, hunger drove them to trace these signs of colors coal. Thousands of years later, a moment later, therefore, the fixed drawing lines. I give you, for the silo, some grains, in broad strokes.