There are more than 7 billion humans on the planet. What do we have in common? Our chemistry is our unique identity; but what about our perception of the world, sensations? Beyond social conventions, how to define the notion of identity? To paint the features of a face is to take the risk of losing a portraits unique identity; because the subject is not the individual but a pretext for another message. I believe that many abstract works are portraits or self-portraits. The author has simply gotten rid of the envelope. But without going so far, the words that I defend are symbolic. I try to find the potential of poetic interrogation buried under our convictions, moving our automated reading and pictorial representation, and therefore our thought. Our community is undergoing profound transformations.
These rapid changes know no breaks that would allow us to analyse them. Contemplation and the time dedicated to poetry and questioning is removed from our daily lives. It does not represent a portrait or a particular landscape; its characteristics do not interest me and are formal pretexts, a surface layer of questioning. Whether it is a disturbance of the image or inconsistencies in the narrative, the error grows and is continuously questioned. A car traveling on a road does not raise any issue; if, on the route from point A to point B, it disappears, if only for a split second, it opens thousands of possible interpretations. We are surrounded by hidden poetic inconsistencies, lost in a meaningless information flow. I go looking for them.