It’s sprang from the sheet in no time. Sucked up by the ink, swallowed by the white of the support, gulped down in the spiral of the black pencil, this horse’s sprang as much from me as from itself. He caught me off guard, but I reacted quickly, barely giving me time to think that he was already there, standing in front of me.

From the front, as if pricked up against me and against himself. In this battle, no one has won or lost. It didn’t last long, but it allowed me to give birth to him.

When the sheet was still white, however, another internal battle was fought. That one of the first impulse, of “but where am I going to with him”? The drawing finished, he was already facing me from its full height, I was intimidated, as if already floored.

And it is precisely timidly that I launched into color. He turned around, refused. I was on the verge of giving up but he challenged me so hard that I all let go.


The ink is gone from one go, the brush followed. Everything is gone so fast. But it was intense and good. He challenged me to bring out the best from me. I didn’t know it in the moment. It was once the battle ended, the weapons laid down, that he looked at me from the top and showed me how he was so proud of me, of him!

I immediately loved him. After all, we had been so close to each other.

« Equine Nude 75t »
acrylic, charcoal & black chalk painting on paper


Talking about my paintings has used to be a so much hard exercise for me during years because I didn’t really know me, not at all actually. I found out that the more I was aware of what I was, the more I could talk about my art. And the more I talk about my art, the more I know me.
These are my interpretations of the moment of one of my paintings. You could have yours and it would be very fine, this is the magic of art. It actually allows our own feelings, our vision of life to express through the mirror of the art. Follow your heart and it’ll tell you your truth.