Oil on wood – 21,26 x 28,34 inch – Unique work
Mrs Peacock is late. She was trapped in the usual Saturday night’s traffic jams around Paris. She has to go to the Colonel Mustard’s property in the depths of Essonne. It’s a ritual. A meeting of former criminology students held annually on the anniversary date of graduation.
Oil on wood – 10,63 x 7,48 inch – Unique work
Estelle can’t get to sleep. Her mom told her a story that was intriguing, interesting and terrifying. It is the story of the magic Christmas ball. The one that is golden with red flowers and green leaves on the top and lights up at night.
Oil on wood – 7,48 x 10,63 inch – Unique work
Like every year, Peter, the red soldier, finds himself stuck there for the whole month of December.
Inspired by Albert Anker (1831-1910) – Still nature with coffee and brandy glass (around 1870-1880) – Oil on canvas – 12,99 x 18,11 inch
That’s how it goes in the « greater world ». anyways, at my parents’ place, when they have friends or acquaintances for dinner, all from the British aristocracy. « The high society », as my father always says when he takes this inspired look on his face, his eyes half-closed and his chin slightly raised, “the one and truely”, he end s up the discussion which appears to be more like a monologue than a dialogue.
Oil on canvas – 15,07 x 21,69 – Unique work
Sarah and Quentin will meet at the end of school day on a Friday, just after class. They don’t attend the same high school, so they go to the meeting point on a bike, right at the corner of the main street. Today’s the big day. Sarah is eighteen years old. When all things seem possible. Quentin has to wait three more months. But he’s not in a hurry. He already feels so free in his head, in his movements, in his life in general.
Oil on canvas – 15,15 x 18,15 inch – Unique work
I really had a terrible day at work. Traffic jams on my drive back home put an end to what was left of my patience and happy face. I’d kill for a glass of white wine, Chablis would be perfect, sitting in my confortable sofa and a cuddling Charly, my favorite ragdoll.
Oil on wood – 8,54 x 17,08 inch – Unique work
Sad news for Sainte Cécile on this Saturday morning in February. The fox has made a little visit. It only took one omission. The hatch has remained open just one night and boom! They all died. What a mighty but starving animal. The farm decides to sort things out. A trap is laid with a bait, the half-shredded remains of a feathered victim. One day, then two, then three, then a week, then two and still nothing. The beautiful red fur is cunning. It never returned back to its crime scene.
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