Water and light
I’ve always been drawn to the fantastical, almost unreal drawings born of the furtive encounters between an elusive ray of light and water in its many forms. The imaginary worlds generated on the translucent canvas of a window, in a glass or on a table in a thunderstorm never cease to awaken my senses and take me on a journey into the unknown. As I look up and watch the fine rays of rain fall in a little Parisian alleyway, I want to see them touch the surface and stop them in their tracks once they’ve exploded in their inexhaustible multitude.
