I paint as it comes, not every day, not for hours. I don’t necessarily paint as popular imagery sees it. I paint my way.

It’s a sudden urge that I barely control. I know that I can bring about this drive through music. It works often but not all the time.

Painting uses a lot of my energy. That’s also why I can’t paint for too long. It’s like a running, after I have a crazy energy then it falls and I’m tired.

It took me a long time to know myself at this level and just as much to accept it.

But I love my way of painting! I have a lot of feelings that make me feel so good during the process: some waves of love and joy mostly. My creativity nourish itself with that. Without these emotions, to paint is a constraint. That’s also why it takes me a lot of energy.


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.