“If we know exactly what we are going to do, what is the point of doing it?”
Pablo Picasso
I always dreamed of being a comic book hero, I wanted to walk on the moon. One day my dad came home with a guitar, he played from dusk to dusk for years, then he left and I never walked on the moon. For years, I saw a Vasarely advertisement in a bus stop, I asked myself questions, and I started to learn drawing by drinking images. I read Philippe Druillet's albums between the tin shelves and the DIY department. And, as I still couldn't walk on the moon, I invented a world for myself by hanging on to a branch, I drew, I painted. For me, this act is not a simple act, it's a dip in the dream, a line, a line, a meaning, black from white and a world is born, aborted sometimes, I never have anything thrown!
After a stint at the School of Fine Arts in Lyon, I learned to listen, hear and see. I fed on Laurie Anderson, I drowned in the work of Andy Warhol and pop art. Then back in life, I spent my time browsing the assembly workshops while drawing 4 hours a day, sometimes even in front of a machine! Without having walked on the moon, my head was in the clouds, in my drawing. I worked for more than 20 years in the most complete anonymity, not having time to show, not being able to talk about it.
Since 1996, I also work with the computer tool and I create images, worlds, characters straight out of my imagination. My work is constantly changing. Little by little I move towards the void, towards the conceptual, as if I had gone around it. Art is an act: to provoke sensations in the spectator, to lose him sometimes, to drown him under the images...
I never looked behind me, I never thought about the future, I walked on the present, I caused myself an indigestion of images, dreams and colors. For me art is nothing if it is not shared and today I share with you my first steps on the moon. I would end with this sentence from Joseph Beuys "I am convinced that each of us is an artist and that his most beautiful work of art is his life."