Valentin Renoux

I am constantly accompanied by thoughts, which come and go, some are there, without really being there, while others remain, add to each other, are inspired by each other. Driven by the desire, the need to seek them out, to understand them, I take the time to observe, people, nature, decipher the feelings and emotions that emanate from them. But impossible, in question, this invading feeling of being foreign to this world, where everything goes too fast, where the time for reflection seems excluded. I'm giving up. I move on without conviction or clear thinking. Time passes, two days, two weeks, three months; nothing helps, time seems suspended. Yet the little bud has started to hatch and grow, it is growing and waiting for its moment. Finally he is there, he explodes, everything becomes clear, obvious. An emotion, a feeling, finally ready to be shared in broad daylight, the shape appears and takes shape almost instantly. The time for exploration is over, place for construction, sharing, appeasement.