Vacher Sylvain

In front of us the world and its nature.
His men and women.
In front of our eyes.

Beyond, is the creation, sublimate oscillation of moment.

My works are the ones of moment, released from artistic codes and other schools of art.
The oil is golden, the linen is its cradle.
If the man does not create any more, he introduces his own end.
From then, the creation becomes a language of universality.

A singular tribute of the intimate to inquisitive eyes.

No school of art.