Painting is not born of me, I was born of her. It is acrylic, aqueous, and voyeur, the lunar world of graffitis.

I stick, take off, daub, scratch, chafe, splash, bedaub, tear, stick together again, pamper, fondle, cook up nail. My job is instinctive and sensual writing. I am applied to forget what I do not know.

I peinds to be. It is the perpetual and vital research of an original stammering, of secret, obvious, essential lines.

This exercise of freedom and pure pleasure also asks for a requirement and for a rugueur in the adventure which is a delivery in order on his/her own and of the world.