To paint
Publication of April 8, 2023
I don't know if I'll find anything in my quest, but I cover and re-cover the pictorial layers in the hope of seeing what I don't see, of feeling what I see, and of expressing what I feel about the individuals who make up our World. The music draws me into a saturated atmosphere, on the edge of the fog in which I'm afraid of getting lost, my head is full of images and thoughts, my heart full of hope, and I paint for the sake of painting because I can only paint so as not to destroy myself, so as not to get lost in this World that suffers from happiness, cries with joy and laughs at its ills. A World that fights for its deliverance by wallowing in its suffering and destructive humanity. Some fight to save what remains, others to improve what exists by telling themselves that they will not see the end of ends. Living from day to day without thinking about tomorrow, preparing an emergency exit to leave what they will have nevertheless contributed to building; to, when the day comes, exile themselves to other skies that they will have prepared to receive them as they are. A sad picture painted here, but everything is worth living because only the sum of experiences will allow us to glimpse tomorrow the truth that no one knows. Who among us can boast of knowing where the World is going, where Men are going! No one knows if he is right to do what he does, but he justifies his actions by his good faith, as long as it can be. It is difficult to find a balance between the past that eats away at us, the present that leaves us with a taste of uncertainty and the future in which we place our hope for a better situation than today. But, better compared to what? I ask you who look at my works and read these few words thrown there without pretension, if not only that of a need to write while I paint. I don't know if this is a good thing, but I create because if I don't, I die in my soul, and I write because the need is there at this moment.
Movement is all I'm interested in capturing. This movement that is ours in our struggles, our pleasures and our immobility. Joy, sadness and everything in between, so many feelings that are what they are only because their opposite exists. Space and time without which movement is only inertia of the self in the World. These entities, palpable or not, between the visible and the invisible, the created and the uncreated, and which give us this impression of existing, this sensation of living and which leave us doubtful in the face of the evils that we ourselves create. I seek uncertainty in the satisfaction of a work completed or rather stopped at a moment
A renewal that does not necessarily express my state of mind, but where the latter strongly influences my perception of the world, and there begins this pictorial battle between the canvas, the painting and me.Only history will be able to tell which of us won, if there can be a victory other than that of sharing with others, this pleasure that I have in painting. How selfish, you might say, perhaps in this self-satisfaction. However, I accept it willingly, because in this world where contemporary individualism is expressed by an exacerbated communitarianism, it is good to remember one's own existence without living it through a common quest for originality, or by accepting things as an inevitable finality.