This painting here evokes the memory of my parents at the Gare du Midi in Brussels, with all their love. Happy to see me arrive and so sad when the train took me away from them
Each color represents the members of my family and the chosen shapes, moments of life.
Everything is colour when painting. In essence, a painting consists of assembled colours on a flat or non-flat surface, according to an order that only the artist knows the profound sense. Lines, contours, lighting, models, shadows, depths are in reality just subjective presuppositions of coloured traces on the support. By focusing solely on the colour, I return to the foundation of painting with an undeniable originality which is why each of these intense colour explosions is recognisable at first sight and remains forever engraved in our conscience.
I instinctively use colours by loading them with strong emotional intensity. Sometimes red dominates, sometimes blue, yellow, sometimes green. I only see, feel, lives through the colours which are in juxtaposition in their complete purity and never blending one with another. The colours are autonomous. They are enclosed in dissimilar fields which step by step give a particular iridescence, dominant tonality and intrinsic dynamism to the compositions. The overall harmony is born through this coloured shimmering which opens the door to the imagination, plunging the onlooker’s gaze into the sparkling kaleidoscope of our childhood memories. Who does not remember those stolen moments in time where we would allow ourselves to be guided by the magic of cut up fragments of coloured shapes which produced infinitely variable patterns each time the toy was shaken? The child’s mind unconstrained by the daily restrictions wandered into wonderful realms that the silhouette of a familiar being went through here and there, reassuring and protector, a mother, a father, a brother, a dog, an acrobat, a dancer. The scattered memories of this dreamlike space in which the spectator of the past merges into the artist of today, progressively revealing a facet and then another within a creative process constantly powered by life’s experiences that the paintbrush bursting with colour makes the past re-emerge and which has the colour as a common denominator, not that of a Soulage or those that blend in a Rothko, but scattered into thousands of sparks.
