robert doisneau
ariadne was a bitch
...the plumps
Greed which was once concidered us a sin has now become a virtue...
sketchbooks have frequently been the fruit of my works...
Drawings mixed with autobiographic notes "brewing" in my sketchbooks, giving me storybord like units
portraits...the dark soul holes
my inner colours
that, sea inside me...
pairs
How is it possible through a merging like the one of human relations , "parts" to remain unfading? What is the destiny of deference and contrasts? My "pairs" are made with the colours of coppers rusting in the centre of a runny stain. they struggle to become one, they struggle to remain in one piece...Limits are refined. nothing remains steady or motionless...nothing remains the same, this fight never ends...
...the figure becomes a "recording map" of that deepest point in man, of this" red root" which is nothing more than the desire of life...of the feelings that are born in man from being encircled by his eternal "cocoon", in his stain...
The infirmity pictured in some works is not arefererence to the obvious loss of parts of the human body. it is about internal loses, social boundaries, mind obstacles or defects that render man unable to stand upright. ,to break his framework. My figures are frequently placed in close circular shapes put on lateral axcis. Enclosed but not motionless.
they are put on indefinite time and space , since the desire for imperishability and eternal life lacks these two "ingredients".
And while I dream of the man who breaks his "cocoon" I always paint the one who remains inside it , exorcising in this way the everlasting desire...
