Lascaux

 I start painting. And here I am transported to the caves of Lascaux. Facing the stone, I have only a few minutes to retranscribe all the immensity of the sensations that these beasts have imprinted in me.

These beasts, in our time, are these monsters of presence that merge with you, while remaining in their body of authenticity. Hermetic to all mechanical approaches, at any moment they are available for being visited by astonishing flashes of light. Listening, sharing, discussing and at the same time knowing how to step aside and remain silent. These masters of life know the music of words, the temporary vertigo of a comma, the surprising plenitude, in a large crowd, of deep silence.

I start painting. And here I am transported to the caves of Lascaux.

Facing the stone, I have only a few minutes to retranscribe all the immensity of the sensations that these beasts have imprinted in me.

That these beasts have imprinted in me.