The warm skies of winter

The simple and comforting things sometimes hide dramas that only those who do not take refuge in the comfortable sweetness of denial can see. Family, children, home sweet home, but hot skies in this messy winter. Too hot or too cold. The extremes, unstable, unpredictable are there, hidden behind the sweetness of safe and stable values. Climato-skeptic, look at the warm skies of winter! See the oxymoron!

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Acrylic, Oil and Charcoal on Paper 50x65cm

The immensity of the particles

Microscopic particles. Immensity of the particles. When the little one gets big by dint of accumulating, slowly, insidiously.

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Acrylic, Oil and Charcoal on Papier 50x65cm

The dark clarity of the morning

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The morning light passes through the particles. We are blinded by its clarity. We are also blinded by the dark mass of particles. We do not see anything anymore. But we do not know the exact reason: too much light in the morning or the diffuse darkness of air pollution? Morning oxymoron!

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Acryliic, Oil and Charcoal on Paper 50x65cm

Sublime waste

And if the ugly suddenly became sublimely beautiful? What is beautiful? What is ugly? Sometimes these two originate from the form. Other times from the substance. But the nature of things being more complex than these simple binary criteria, these two most often originate from tensions and subtle interactions between the substance and the form. And here is the oxymoron that is made through the waste of human being dumped in nature.

Charcoal on Paper 50x65cm