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

Yet, another adventure to share. Will it be a dream? A reality ? Frankly, I don’t know yet. I will see along the way, according to my inventiveness.

I’m getting off the plane, what a trip. I dare not count the hours but what a show when I arrive. A dazzling earth, a hot wind, a brightness to make you blind. I definitely left France. But where am I? Somewhere between light and dark yellow. A place on earth where the sun would be white, but of an immaculate whiteness in total contrast with a light troubled sky.

The greenery is right in front of me. Scattered trees and shrubs, wrapped in a wispy veil, show me the way. I decide to walk towards them. Off I go. But the further I approach, the more they seem to retreat. Or is it an optical illusion? Again ? Seriously! Come on, in a few minutes, I’ll open my eyes and find myself in a blink of an eye lying in my bed or comfortably sitting in my sofa, my cat by my side. One, two, three … I’m still out there. It’s a good sign.

One step at a time, slowly but surely, the distance narrows. Well, I do hope so. The wind has now taken hold of space and it’s a sandstorm that jerks me in the back. My eyes are now like the dunes by the sea. They also burn. And rubbing them with my fists is not necessarily a good idea. I stand and continue. Endurance is probably one of my qualities!

In the blink of an eye, I reach the edge of what seems to be a wood, protected from the elements but visibility is not part of the game. I hardly touch the branches, the trunks. Their sweetness is surprising. They lay like an infinitely thin layer on my bare arms. It looks like gold dust. If I were in a story, I would say that a palace of a thousand and one nights is not far away and awaits me with all doors wide open. But no, I am in real life and I explore a unique place, weird, disturbing, attractive.

A telephone rings. What’s going on ? My back pants pocket vibrates. No more doubt, it’s a phone. So I took it with me? Can I be reached here below? However, I could have sworn …