Writing instructions of July 26, 2024 Ready to tack! I will not speak to you about maneuvers or sailors' vocabulary. Topsail, foremast, capstan, backstay, yard, winch, Zulu… These words have style, that of those who propel schooners, but …
In September 2023, the Penty in Fouesnant hosted my paintings alongside those of Michel Inizan from Landerneau.
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Border Because the grass is greener elsewhere, the donkey jumps the fence. It sees the world without map and without border, but struggles to resist the lush grass and the softness of the meadow. I know how to act like a donkey too. In …
At night, I ride the dawns. The moon, pulling the strings with its Mona Lisa smile, is its queen of spades. The moon is also the sun of wolves. Its dead star light will reveal enough about these beasts that erase their shadow and arch …
The poet When the poet lifts the eyelid of the world, he sees it whole. He touches the sky and maintains his human condition in the mud. When he writes, his dots are stars, his 'a's black holes, his 'r's blue felines. He dreams big, in a …
Le Penty, in Fouesnant, hosted several of my paintings in September 2023, alongside those of a long-time friend, Michel Inizan.
Exhibition at Réveil Matin, Landerneau, from March 30 to May 17, 2024. Five of my eighteen paintings are themed around Fata Morgana. The name of this optical phenomenon at sea, sometimes visible off the coast of the Glénans, in the Baltic …
Time passes, no one escapes it, no one evades it. This highlights the importance of the subject. Time is an hourglass that flows. In the end, we turn it over, again and again. This illusion of perpetual motion makes us believe we can bet …
At night At night, I ride the dawns. The moon that pulls the strings with its Mona Lisa smile is its queen of spades. The moon is also the sun of the wolves. Its dead star light will reveal enough about these beasts that erase their shadow …
At the El Pichon bar (*), there is a big pigeon in a very small cage. This cage is so small that the bird turns around in circles. The bar faces the little square, warmed up each spring with vigorous scrubbing. Small parallel bars that …
Instruction: I'm still just a child Who would have grown up too quickly In a world of super plastic I want to find Mom So she can tell me stories About Jane and Tarzan About princesses and kites I want sunshine in my memory. Putting …
Humans have always built castles. In the absence of castles, utopias where we would live in peace. Utopias are like love and fortresses; they often end in boiling oil, but these gusts of wind that push our skiffs are vital. Humans are …
This memory could be told in three words or a thousand. It has laid down deep roots in me. To speak of nature is both a little and a lot to say. "Nature is a womb in which we bathe," said an author. Joyfully, desperately, I have nourished …
Life is an orange on which you are sitting. What does that mean? The orange is a bittersweet fruit like life. How to taste it if you don't remove the peel? Life is well made, it offers itself to us in slices, to be consumed and lived, one …