One day I sat down on a chair and started to make sketches of a future painting that would be the representation of my psychological well-being.
After so many years of mental torture, I wanted to bring out of myself what was finally an inner peace.
So this is a self-portrait. I paint myself beautiful in my eyes, a totally fictitious and unreal ideal of beauty that highlights my inner beauty. This portrait may be ugly or bizarre in the eyes of others, but I am finally myself and I feel good.
The nudity accentuates the idea of honesty, I do not hide, I am myself.
The dead robin in my hands is central to my understanding of life and its appreciation.
One day, as I was walking home, I came across a dead bird on the side of the road. I decided to pick it up and bury it. At that moment I was truly sad and moved by this discovery.
Then I take it in my hands, and I realize that it is the very first time that I can touch and see a bird so close. I can't help but caress its feathers, softer than any child's stuffed animal. I am amazed at the bone structure and function of the wings that I can make grow at will. The texture of the legs, the size of the eyes, the weight etc..
It was basically wonderful, I had the feeling of discovering life. This bird was a robin, since that day it is my favorite bird species. The presence of roses coming out of my body is also, like the bird, a symbol of life and beauty. The origins are much less deep, I simply like to look at these flowers that I find delicate.
