Fouèse

I have always liked to feel the rock and the rivers, their rhythms, the softness and the fractures, their history of flesh shaped by light, wind and water. I look at the trees, their roots and the interlacing of the branches with tenderness. I am touched by their skin texture, the movement of their torso, the variations in their foliage and the play of light flickering lights. I relive each of these sensitive encounters with my brushes.