After the rain, the colors of the autumn fields. Shades of sky and earth that invite abstraction. A succession of saturated colors that nature dresses in, each one that seems to pour into the next. Small signs delimit the fields as if a hand had thrown them there. In bulk. This is my land, barren, naked, with a small forest on the horizon that seems almost forgotten under a November sky that seems to be made of tiles, one next to the other. This is how my painting breaks down and recomposes, seeking the truth of the landscape in the disorder.
Oil, Oil pastels
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After the rain, the colors of the autumn fields. Shades of sky and earth that invite abstraction. A succession of saturated colors that nature dresses in, each one that seems to pour into the next. Small signs delimit the fields as if a hand had thrown them there. In bulk. This is my land, barren, naked, with a small forest on the horizon that seems almost forgotten under a November sky that seems to be made of tiles, one next to the other. This is how my painting breaks down and recomposes, seeking the truth of the landscape in the disorder.
Oil, Oil pastels
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