My first works as a student of the Beaux-Arts referred to the Sacred Art. In those paintings, the eyes of the Virgin were shining with more carnal ecstasis, and as for Saint John, his desire was as intense as the colors of his crucifixions were dark. The Gothic Art of Matthias Grünewald, the baroque of Pontormo and the sublime Bronzino, the irritating art of Journiac were accompanying my searches in painting, etching and sculpture. Today, I paint in my apartment. In the living room, right on the floor, on big sheets, landscapes, portraits, remembrances, a ray of light on a chair. Under their lines, under their colors, are dominating the same tensions that drove my gestures and my eye from then.
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And to have a look on my last erotic drawings
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