Message of metamorphosis

The Provence I want to tell you about is made up of sun, light, wind and silence. Everything seems unreal, invisible, everything takes on importance and this is where the power of surreality and creation is born.

I can't get enough of these places that I steal from passing holidaymakers, to feed myself with the essential substance that a painter must receive, of this magical rhythm where the flavour of impressions is buried, then comes back in a thousand strokes of colour. I always feel innocent after this miraculous effort of existence. I hope to bring you this sense of wonder, lost since childhood, in these moments suspended in the magic of Provence.