This piece is the most important to me. It is a self-portrait. I tried to paint my soul when I was in the depths of my depression. The psychological suffering I was enduring at that time was extreme and limitless. I was dead. And I can't believe that I can say today that I am not dead anymore.
A Monster or a Clown is the title I gave to this painting at the time. I was disgusted, I felt like a monster and feeling unworthy of so much importance I felt ridiculous like a clown. This painting plays on the colors and shapes that can make you think of one or the other.
Finally, the blood that flows from the nursing breast is the life that leaves my body and kills me slowly. A nourishing breast that I carry at arm's length, as if I were holding life or as if I were maintaining death.
