Charcoal / Red chalk / Watercolor on white paper – 11,81 x 7,87 inch – Unique work
On a beautiful spring morning, Violette got up. An ordinary day? Not quite.
Watercolor / Gouache – 7,87 x 5,90 inch – Unique work
Just by saying its name, I have goose pimple. Far from the romanticism of Venice, this emblematic place indicates a completely closed bridge leading prisoners from the courthouse to prison.
Charcoal / White chalk / Red chalk on white paper – 11,81 x 7,87 inch – Unique work
As I sang this song in my head, as my wished holidays in the countryside had just fallen by the wayside, as my best computer friend guided me, I decided to fly to the city that never sleeps: New York.
Watercolor – Black stone – 6,10 x 8,66 inch – Unique work
I got up this morning and you were there, in the back of my mind, melancholy. My childhood flashed before my eyes. Eventually, part of my childhood, a tiny, tiny part, moreover. I’d rather forget the rest of it. It was summer, I remember. In Scotland, such a rough country and warm too. The evenings, hidden in a corner of a cozy pub. The huge glasses of beer, the hot and alcoholic atmosphere of the locals. I was impressed by these raucous and rolling accents. I never catched a word but I loved listening. I was rocked by this unknown language.
Inspired by Camille Pissaro (1830 – 1903) – Hoarfrost – Oil on canvas – 10,63 x 13,78 inch
Louis feels tired, so tired. Another winter once more. He doesn’t stop aging, year after year. He really can’t take it anymore. He is like his grand-daughter saying “throughout her life”!
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