I’m in an unceasing movement, a continuous experimentation, more precisely I am prompted by a constant beating. A constant process of try. A constant need to very seriously play. Whether in painting or digital art, I fall into a theme that carries me for a few months and I work on it until I find myself touching its or my dead-end. I’m under the effect of pulsations and what needs to be kept is the rhythm, its portage of excitement and astonishment that is the blessed moment of the work. I deeply hope I will never reach anything. The approach is the touch of imperfection with its load of frustration, disappointment is the source of what will come next.