I learned a lot on that part of my journey. I learned technique and patience, but I also learned from disgust and the long year of creative emptiness that followed. I had nothing to say and everything seemed to begin again at zero. Afterwards, there was a new way that I couldn’t well define, a road on which I knew only three things: flee from pure realism, concentrate on the human figure and paint from within...invent...and imagine. Thus the Lovers were born. To paint that love, that island of comfort, to paint the energy that moves us in that state of intoxication, when we feel that we are superior... But I didn’t want to paint the ‘reality’ of that. I wanted a language of the body that would carry all the emotion of that dance of love, of carnality, which is that of love from within, the drama of passion, that which irradiates and that which cannot be touched but only felt... I drank from many painters. Klimt, Schiele, Picasso, Gauguin...and from many others...I have taken something of value from each one of them. In many drawings, trying to make my couples accommodate each other, I look for harmony in deformation...Working in acrylics, watercolors, fascinating material because I almost don’t have to think, it is as if being within a medium in which all flows... Finally, this has been the long road of the Lovers, my last voyage. Now another begins, of which “Waiting for April,” ‘Presence,” “Forgotten,” “Lady Drama,” “To be or Not to Be,” and “Death and the Maiden” form a part...now I want to probe other alleyways of the human soul... I didn’t realize it before, but now I know, that for me painting is the best way to discover my own essence, to take the rocks out of my load; to live, to be alive and to be my own self, definitely. It is fascinating to know that I do not know anything, that every day I learn."
Translated by Michael O'Kane |