These fragments of nature are depicted without perspective or horizon. Through their rhythm or abstraction, they invite us to reflect on the richness of the materials and the abundance of colors, where the graphism of the elements, stretched in unison or in confrontation, suggests "the part of nature that we contain".
The plant world is born, struggles and dies in a silent choreography. Far from the tumult and fury of mankind, life is in full swing, and this intimate interpenetration reminds us of our own condition.
This close-up observation, I hope, encourages introspection.

- Work in progress -