Nudes
4 x (9 x 7.5 cm), pencil on paper, 2019 

This series of spontaneous, delicate automatic drawings is a tuning for movement and emotion: lines and curves seem to emerge from a secret dialogue between body and soul, guided by a desire to explore touch, that fragile moment when the line caresses space. Gradually revealed, form struggles to exist through the slow quiver of suspended desire...

In the first, everything is a suggestion, a touch of line, a barely whispered promise that leaves only a fragile filament, an embryonic sketch of a presence yet to be born. 

Slowly, bodies take shape, a tangle of beings and gestures seem to overlap in an uncertain movement. Something organic emerges from this blossoming, a carnal palpitation running through the compositions.

Finally, figuration appears without having erased the tumult of the indistinct. It retains the thrill of it, the diffuse memory: two figures embrace, naked and vibrant, anchored in the moment still imprinted with the ardent gestation of the stroke.

7,5 cm, 2 (30 x 21 cm), pencil on paper,, 2020/24   

​It's a dialogue between evanescence and flesh, between abstraction and the pleasure of looking. A subtle sensuality that never gives itself away completely, but infuses each image with an intimate, burning breath.

There's a raw, ethereal sensibility here, a fleeting presence that takes us beyond the visible. Shadows brush against the light, abstraction and figuration dance together like imprints of an intimate breath, like a barely audible melody.

​To look at these drawings is to accept to feel more than to understand, to follow the thread of a narrative that is guessed at rather than imposed, to let yourself be carried away by the intensity of a living gesture, as free as vertigo.

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Signature of the soul
13 x 15 cm, 30 x 21 cm, 18 X 10 cm, pencil on paper, 2020 

Drawn in the ink of the subconscious, the soul reveals itself unvarnished at the turn of a stroke, an almost hesitant gesture, like an imprint, a silent whisper from within.

The first drawing evokes a broken architecture, a space under construction or in ruins, where raw energy gushes forth, intertwines and defies the order of the visible. An inner city, perhaps, or a nerve network pulsating with diffuse emotions.

The second seems more ethereal, like an ascending being, disjointed yet vibrant, shot through with invisible forces. A spiritual body emerges in the fragility of the line, suspended between dissolution and reconstruction.

The third, on the other hand, evokes a plant procession, an impetus towards the sky. Fragile yet resolute stems, animated by a force beyond themselves. Is it a prayer? A silent chorus addressed to the infinite?

Each of these drawings is a signature, a breath, a moment of abandon where the soul writes itself without constraint, leaving behind the trace of an elusive truth.

The breath of disorder
4 (9 x 7,5 cm), pencil on paper,, 2019   

At first, a fragile sketch, an uncertain line... A form seeking its balance, barely placed on paper. It's a first beat, a crack in the silence.

Then comes agitation. The line trembles, shakes, splits. It escapes, multiplies, divides. An inner explosion, an uncontrollable movement that gushes out like a cry held back too long.

Gradually, chaos takes over. The tangle becomes dense, indecipherable. The gesture accelerates, the material becomes compact, almost opaque. The eye seeks a landmark, a way out, but finds only a maelstrom of intertwined lines.

In the end, all that remains is a cluster, a tight knot of thoughts frozen in their own vertigo. Raw, untamed matter, where the eye is lost and reflected. Like a breath that has become a storm, like a consciousness that topples over into the infinity of the sensible.

Still lifes
6 (13 x9 cm), pencil on paper, 2024   

These light, almost whispered sketches seem to emerge from an in-between place, floating between form and formlessness, flesh and landscape. The line is barely an imprint, a suspended breath, capturing a quiver of existence.

In these drawings, the body is discernible without imposing itself, melting into the abstraction of gesture. There's something intimate and elusive, a fleeting sensuality, an embrace that the eye can't quite fix. The artist traces an ephemeral presence, an apparition, as if the paper still held the echo of a movement, an encounter.

The compositions evoke a tension between emptiness and matter, shadow and light. What is sketched is not so much a subject as a sensation, an almost tactile vibration. The eye wavers, trying to recompose, but it is in this very hesitation that the beauty of these works lies: an invitation to contemplate the unfinished, to listen to the silence of the line.