Works

Breaths

Nature breathes; each canvas is an echo.

There are places where nature does not show itself, it lets itself be guessed. A beat in the air, a movement passing too fast to be named, a light sliding between two forms. Here nothing seeks effect. Everything unfolds like a breath, discreet but whole, crossing matter and giving it form. These works do not describe a landscape: they carry its passage. Water, earth, wind, colour — everything circulates, meets, disappears, returns. A language without words, only a rhythm, a vibration that lingers in the eye long after you have left the canvas.