Le Sens de la Vie_the meaning of life.

To be part of it all and to embrace both the joy and the sadness which abound. To speak about our respective stories through the myriad of colours; to share the memories of our lives and link our path to those who happen to wander on it. To connect in peace and light, and colours…

It all started back in France, whilst visiting my family and reconnecting with the emotions; finding my way through them and spilling it all on paper. With oil pastels mainly. The colours, the vibrancy. To express all the beauty of the surroundings. And those faces which kept emerging from the depths of my heart and who seem to urge me to give them a part in my reality. Their birthing and sometimes their attached names. Not creepy, simply resolving. And when the intensity of a sadness felt too vivid, out came the charcoal and/or the crayons, spreading their content on the virgin paper in a splurt like ‘a vomit’.

Art is a fantastic therapy like that, as it gives one a way to express the moods, the emotions, the distress, the happiness, the flaws, the joys and the unspeakable things.