The street is the witness of urban blood flow. The people connection passes by it. It promotes and leads in its energy, the magnets of the moment. It is a compulsory passage that we must take to make the society together.
It is invisible in its vastness and punctilious in its details. Seen by the sky, it tears itself out on alleys, impasses, avenues and boulevards. All join on crossings, telling geographical history of the city. Human flows through it, some of them stop, some others even live there. All intersect, often without to see and be seen. Human flows cross them, some people established themselves here, even some others live there. Everybody cross each other, often without seeing and observing themselves.
Therefore, the streets provide me the first material of my work, generously and free of charge. You just as to stop and raise the hand to collect what it gives us. Supports offer themselves on storeroom operation, and adjust the creation on their sizes. The frames are rarer. It’s a reward, closing or opening a creation.
Finally, advertising posters are my colors of, my models and my forms. Details hide in pixels, in the wall crack, in the wrinkles of passers. Dust that escape blurred slightly the vision and tan the eyes, leaving light arise on all the details.
The street is an urban open-air Gallery. For those who know how to see the creation it’s contains, it is a perfect place for admiration and visual delights. For others, it is public and standard exposed, straight, utilitarian, divested of poetry and surprise.
For me, I would like to use as impromptu exhibition support, such as simple presentation proposed to passers and art lovers who have made the detour to discover my work.