My first painting, is about non-linearity and non-prediction. As life, it as patterns but no shape, no straight line, no corners and each new event add random experience empirically... And eventually forms what we call wisdom.

This lonely plant in a land of death blasted by hot winds already has dead ends. But still, even though life left its ends, it is sending out pollen with its aggressor hoping to give life again. "Hope", our most natural and vain emotion.

Sourceless and endless message from the sky without substance, usually backwards and named by and for humans. Sometime seen as path to the source light which, certainly, would let you fall in the darkness. As far as optics has effects, spirit does too.

Women, sedentary source of life. Weak and strong at the same time but, sadly, always so lonely in front of Nature.

Obsession, inexiplicable bonds, madness, love, mutual roots. All with a pinch of darkness around a non-objective point of view on the whole situation. Feels like watching obsessively through a porthole and not being sure of what your are seeing.

Psychedelic vision of tormented human beings by a evil superior entity. Paired with an apocalyptic sky, the madness is complete... I had serious fun painting that!

Inorganization, confusion, proximity. Why does random quanties always seem so complex... where it is after all so uniform. Much like cities are just masses of overwhelmed individuals full of despair to entertainment or fame.

The warmth of this cold liquid pumping into your very own blood makes twisted visions being a reflection of corrupted brains. As you will surely lose grip on your container you eventualy hit the floor.