Oil on canvas – 11,81 x 15,75 inch – Unique work

Like a viking, warrior and conqueror of unknown lands, you roam the oceans, all sails stretched towards the wind. Unaware of the dangers, adrenaline-seeking, curious about adventures, you sail alone.

You take with you decades of different stories, disappointed experiences, drowned hopes. You hope to sow your heaviness, to dissipate your misfortunes, to relieve your pains. And why not recover a little sweetness, weightlessness, roundness? In the meantime, you are sailing with your nose in the wind. You are experiencing storms, unwillingly. You survive whatever stands in your way. You don’t want to forget anything, just put aside to live a better life.

And if enduring bad memories, like Canadian spruce thorns, haunt your days and nights, then you face them proudly, tirelessly, ironically. Yes, it’s not easy to be a hero these days, even for a Viking! The key point is never looking back, behind you, the mountains, the horizon, the …

You make a point and that’s all. And your ghosts only have to behave. Howling, screaming, whispering, murmuring? All of it is useless because the armour is too thick, the words vain and the thoughts powerful.

What can you do then? You let yourself guide, slide, go, do … All these so-called insignificant verbs, all these verbs, however, of essential actions and the most difficult to honor. And you dance thanks to the sound of the waves, the incessant surf on the hull breaking its way. And you make insane plans, broken like your soul. You find it hard to find your way, you get lost beyond the borders of your real.

You are undertaking a final initiation journey. Is this really the end? Are you absolutely sure? Have you explored all the possible options? In this infinite sea, salty like bitter tears, you drown in illusions, chimeras, lies, madness. How can you separate things out? How can you make the right choice, follow your primitive instinct for survival, your hidden conscience, your buried dreams brought to light? If only you knew, it’s so simple and so complicated too.

But know one thing, one last thing if it were so, know that the energy is in you, your strength, your love too! But it’s all words, writings, stories. And the truth is? Everyone his own cross …