Eric Doisy

I started my career as a salesperson before becoming a decorator, where I began designing lamps... my meeting with a graffiti artist in 2017 marked a decisive turning point in my career.

I express myself through painting as others scream or cry.

I work mainly with oil sticks – I like this thick, raw, almost wild material. I use my finger to feel it, to stay in contact. Getting my hands dirty is part of the process: the more I'm immersed in the material, the more alive I feel.

My journey isn't linear. There wasn't a clear turning point, but rather a constant ebullition. My style took shape little by little, until a small, recurring face—my gaze, my double, my silent witness—took over. This figure, sometimes a sad clown, sometimes a monster, has become my graphic signature.

My work is very instinctive, but never gratuitous. Every line, every contrast between a "human" eye and a "bulging" one, between a tense or smiling mouth, speaks of this inner tension: between the wise and the trashy, between my upbringing and the anarchist fire.

If my paintings could speak, they would surely say:

“Look deep into me… and now, what do you really feel?" My painting is a mirror. And sometimes, a therapy.