This painting presents a young woman curled up in a space which reassures her, a space which was able to welcome her with her outfit which represents her, a little singular, very graphic and a little voluminous. The graphic aspect of this painting adds an invasive disordered dimension, as if to better reclassify the optimization of this space.

My subject is a man on all fours, dressed in a white shirt and black velvet pants. He is seen from behind, his right hand firmly gripped around an apple that he has retrieved. This apple had rolled down a long corridor, hence the man's posture. The contrasts between the man, his posture in action, and the apple between his fingers, provoke reflection on the themes of motivation, temptation, and the journey to be taken.

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The text above is an integral part of the careful and neutral description of a work of art... However, the work was born from anger and emotion which took shape in this painting to express all my incomprehension of 'a significant liberal posture totally devoid of the slightest empathy. Devaluing through materiality a sector already particularly suffering, under the rubric of the democratization of art. Try to offer the possibility of acquiring a work, a work for 1 €… the price of the cap of the tube of blood red from the palette! I would be so delighted to be able to translate onto a canvas the expression of a €1 buyer to whom this value was attributed based on a reference to his work, in a context of democratization, pooling and sharing...

The Aix Les Bains exhibition ended this Thursday, September 29, 2022 and began on September 10. Many artists with varied styles have hung their works in the Moorish hall of the Grand Cercle Casino in the city of Aix Les Bains. The artists present were: Annie Chapastel, Nawel Aubert, Bhéatrice Canard, Murielle Bonniec, Viktoria Laurent Skrabalova, Michèle Bohly, Jean-Marc Lemasson, Jody, Frederic Guedon, Eric Dubarry, Erika Mykula, Evelyne Puech, Stephanie Vernières, Patricia Grangier, Marie -Pierre Musseau, Elena Le Goupil, Laure-Anne Bocquel, Patrick Pradier, Marlène Hue and Alain Rouschmeyer.

The public vote awarded first prize to the work “L'IMPORTANT C'EST…” by Alain Rouschmeyer - acrylic work on linen canvas 70 x 70.

The visit had been canceled and was now scheduled for late afternoon. Meanwhile a violent storm had shaken the surrounding area. The central path of the garden presented a certain disorder like the beginning of abandoned abandonment and in the corner of the greenhouse a few buckets abandoned at the foot of a basil bore witness to gardening activity and were the delight of a snail which was tracing its path. path on the…

The stranger with the red balloon who was sitting there, a few meters from me, on the terrace of a village inn seemed to be waiting for someone or something, and perhaps both. For a while he had been alternating between a look at the alley of this village, a sip of wine and the screen of his smartphone. His appearance and posture said a lot about the questions that must have been swarming in his mind. He got up with his completed red ball and headed towards the inn room. He came out a few minutes later with his hands free, as if in a moment of doubt he wanted to erase some kind of trace that could have...

He had shyly taken his place on the bench facing me and a few meters away. He had just left the inn with his glass of red wine in his hand. He seemed to be fleeing the noise and internal din of the inn. The antique metal and wood bench seemed ill-proportioned as he sat on the end of it. His posture suggested that he was waiting for something or rather someone, or maybe even both. His gestures, his movements, his gaze spoke volumes about the spirit with which he had come to isolate himself there as if to prepare or adapt to a future situation. His whole appearance, his gestures as he sipped from his glass of red wine suggested that many…

We took our leave late in the summer of 2018 and crossed France diagonally to discover a fine sand beach on the Quiberon peninsula. We were there for a week and determined to rest as much as possible. We quickly spotted a beach that suited us perfectly both for the view it offered and for its remote and uncrowded appearance during this off-season period. This extensive area of ​​fine sand had a rather unique built environment typical of the region. Faced with this landscape and this proximity of individual houses which bordered this strip of coastline, the sketchbook did not…

“Wow, the wallpaper!” she cried as she entered the room. A last minute obligation had made them take the vacation route without having had time to organize themselves. When night fell, they only found this slightly strange little hotel still open, whose decoration projected them into an old-fashioned atmosphere which did not lack a subversive charm. When she undressed and pushed him onto the bed as he was about to take photos, her smartphone went off and caught her looking at their image in the mirror. He internally congratulated himself on...

Sometimes daily life immerses us for a more or less long period in a sort of well-oiled routine which consists of getting up at the same time, having lunch with unfailing consistency, working with obsessive regularity and ending the day with a TV film including we will have barely read the synopsis to get an idea of ​​the story and thus begin after a certain time the introduction of a sweet and calm night, as written on the boxes of herbal teas in the supermarket. The smoothness of such a routine is sometimes so discreet that even two of us absorb the rhythm... without blinking an eye. I say this in a banal way but I'm sure you've been there before. What is completely uncontrollable is the duration of a...

Eleven o'clock eleven... 11+11... the trouble of a mirror hour. You've probably already experienced that strange moment when you look at the clock and discover a mirror hour. In the same register 10:22 p.m., 4:44 a.m., 5:55 a.m.… Depending on the clock, if it is digital, we have the sensation of being in front of a casino slot machine and have obtained a winning combination. When you do research on this subject, the explanations are diverse and varied, ranging from coded communication from angels to the most contradictory numerology depending on the site that will try to explain its meaning to you.  

However, the subject remains troubling, because I have already experienced a succession of these mirror hours in a very short time, going from 10:22 p.m. to 3:33 a.m. then 5:55 a.m. and 4:16 p.m. For some it's a coincidence without...

The day promised to be beautiful, even ideal in this month of July to discover a region close to ours by taking a few regular breaks and allowing us to discover a new gastronomy. The sunny weather which kept the temperature cool made it possible to envisage what we hoped for the weekend.

In record time, just after breakfast punctuated by an objective conversation on the route to take, we put on our respective and distinctive combinations, before…

You must have undoubtedly already experienced this, being installed deep in your foggy thoughts and observing your surrounding environment mechanically without any particular idea or fixed idea and allowing yourself to be invaded by a sort of ambient serenity.

Some time ago, during a few days off, my wife and I were sitting side by side on a sandy beach, enjoying the light breeze of the end of the day and the expanse of fine sand...

Several of my paintings and drawings will be exhibited from September 17 to 30, 2021 at the Casino d'Aix les Bains. The exhibited artists will be present during the meeting and opening days on September 17 and 18 from 2 p.m. The work "RAINY DAY" will be hung with my works during this 5th Contemporary Art fair.

I think you must have already encountered this situation where someone close to your family leaves you real estate. Delighted, surprised or disconcerted, you feel a series of emotions taking over you and calling upon memories tinged with a certain bitterness. This space, if it has been part of your life path, will take you back to the album of images from your childhood and inevitably project you into an atmosphere of the past.

Have you ever been in the situation of wanting to find yourself in your bubble, your thoughts or simply wanting to concentrate but the environment in which you find yourself is exhausting, noisy highlighting the human abundance which creates a hyper activity. The summer season being even more significant

Have you ever imagined a whole story when passing a stranger in the street? His look, his silhouette, his behavior or his posture seem so familiar to you. You can't help but imagine his world, his living space, his relationships and his passions, where he comes from and where he is going. Like an irresistible desire to imagine your world based on an element that caught your attention and that reminds you of a situation, a memory or a story you have already experienced. Sometimes simply an object, a gesture which is part of this person and which leads you to create or embroider an itinerary or a walk as if to create an imaginary connection or an unreal emotion. It's disturbing sometimes, because a simple gesture or a simple outfit can trigger this perception and appropriate the virtual journey of this stranger, this couple or this group.

You are not alone in feeling this, because...