Passing on emotions

When I first came into contact with the art world, I heard talk of creativity, gift, know-how, the Beaux-Arts, gallery owners, art dealers, cursed artists, the flayed, the blank page.

On television, I've seen and heard Dali, Picasso, César and a host of others, all talking about different things.
And while some rested, supported and justified themselves in the name of sacrosanct rules, others loudly asserted their creative freedom.
I decided to carry out my own investigation. Art history in one hand, neuroscience in the other and, of course, experimentation.
Here are my initial conclusions:

Whatever the field of application, professionalising one's passion comes from a gift, an aptitude for practice that not everyone shares and which, once discovered, has to be reinforced with endless hours of work.

The blank page is an excuse, a pipe dream, a justification for inability... Quite simply because creativity, for those who have the gift, is like breathing, and by its very nature you can't live without breathing.

That my energy transcended into sharing and evolving, rather than into recognition, which often ends up leading to stagnation.
To stay alive, the quest for the Holy Grail must remain endless.

My artistic approach is to offer you improvised emotional tastings based on a theme. I compose visual operas, photographic concerts, light sculptures and sensual collections.

And if I rarely talk about technique, it's simply because when you go to a concert, do you need to know the score?
Each of my creations is accompanied by a text. It's not an image reading, nor an analysis, it's just a thematic key.
Accept the quest that my creations offer you. Accept to become again the child who knows no limits.
That child who could read stories in the clouds, that child who was one of the characters in his books of adventure and fairy tales, capable of feeling, hearing and experiencing what he read or saw in an illustration.

Who didn't need to let go, simply because he didn't have a grip.

In Richard Bach's book, Illusions or The Recalcitrant Messiah, of which he is the narrator, the apprentice messiah, through his character of the messiah looking for his replacement, is asked to spray clouds and struggles to understand how to do it for hours, to no avail.
He then moves on to something else and realises that the cloud has disappeared from the sky as soon as he has put it out of his mind.

So I suggest you turn the pages of what you see. An image is like the cover of a book. The first thing you see. The first thing that makes you stop and look.

Then turn the pages. There's the graphics page, the colours page, the contrasts page, the light page. Then there are the olfactory pages, followed by sounds, noises and music. And finally, with sounds, the vibratory world opens up to feelings and emotions.
And that's the essence of my artistic approach.

Sharing my vision of a theme so that you can share the emotions associated with it.