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March 2023
"I do. Instinctively. Without calculation. Nor artifice. I do not seek anything. Or almost. In life. As in art. Except the beauty of simplicity, the purity of truth, the luminosity. And poetry. In everything. And as much as possible. It is simple.
I like the etymology of the word poetry which just means "to do", "to create". No posturing on my part.
When I take my pastels, my brushes, ink, thread or when I "attack" the rock, the stone...
It is the same. It's like life. I try to make it as simple as possible. Always. Not to look for an explanation. Or meaning. Not to say too much. To show by hiding. Or the opposite. Visible/invisible. Try to be clear. Transparent.
I like to let the Life and the Mystery do it. Who know very well what they do. Unlike me. Often.
I like Blue. Above all. Which invites to calm, to contemplation.
I like the blue. Of the sky. The bright blue. Of the day. The blue of work. The cartridge blue. The changing blue. Of the sea.
I have blue. To the soul. But without a wave of the soul.
I could have spread it on 300 m2. Maybe I could have.
But I like the idea of concentrating it, of forcing it to fit into 3 m2.
To better drown in it. A box of 3 m² is enough.
A box. Blue. With a window.
It's good.
It's square."