Towards Nature

It is a drama with tow actors: the one is me and a site that is nature...

Sketching with flowers. Painting with clouds. Writing with water. Tracing the May wind, the path of a falling leaf.

Working for a thunderstorm. Awaiting a glacier. Bending the wind. Directing water and light. The May-green call of the cuckoo and the invisible trace of its flight. Space.

The cry of an animal. The bitter taste of daphne. Burying the pond and the dragon-fly. Setting fire to the fog and the perfume of the yellow barberry.

Marrying sounds, colors and smells. The green grass. Counting a forest and a meadow
As a part of nature, the work lives and passes away in the rhythm of the seasons......


The sensations are omnipresent. Being a realist I just need to pick them up and release them from their anonymity