I am in love with light.
It is the most favoured medium of my sensitivity, of my work.
It flows in our lives, it irrigates our universe
It opens the door.
Light has this unique feature, to be both corpuscular and undulatory in nature, both material and immaterial.
And for me, the artist shall be a boatman, precisely from the material toward the immaterial, from the real toward the imaginary, toward pure sensitivity.
What a better vector than light to achieve this goal ?
Light as medium then, but why not as a finality ?
Did I really choose light ? Didn’t it impose itself upon me ?
I hear it,