The Beds

 

 

 

Question of sleep, of the reversal of the awakenings, place of the dreams, graphic space, printed surface or moving canvas, the beds carry us and, sometimes, we take off from them.

 

From the beginning of my experiments, beds were already a necessity. Rather than resting on them, I painted on the sheets. Since I gave in to its abysses, I fix them on film or in digital, according to more or less distant journeys. It has become a kind of ritual, a first gesture before engaging the discoveries, before folding the cards, before giving the light.