Symbols and souls
During the warm nights when the lights tend to burst, those summer evenings when souls are restless. In the infinity of the orange sky, femininity and pleasure exult. These brilliant, calm and peaceful pearls, which sail constantly, are upset by the passion and the desire for life.
Between the lines, warm nuances triumph over this languor. Orange, purplish, pink, the curves take shape and follow one another in a fulminant carnival. They are born, flow and explode before falling back into a bath of sweetness at the origin of time. Then, in their decline, their souls regain anonymity and allow themselves to melt among the others. They are there. The landscape lights up before becoming a soft still horizon again.
Through the "Gleams", we distinguish two very different scenes. The outline is soothing, like enveloping the light with a beneficial warmth. Then it's the explosion. The bubbles disperse with a fierce desire to break the codes and escape. The colorful ripples full of energy gradually merge, until they only form a bright glowing mass.
A personal canvas
The magic of abstract works is that the life of its lines and its colors belong only to you. It is a corner of his secret garden that can be exposed during his stay without ever giving up a part of himself. The world that exists in the canvas dwells only in the eyes of the beholder.