From the intimate, it is often question in his approach in an attempt at sublimation that seeks to touch the world and people living in this world.
Just as Victor Hugo says in his preface to “Contemplations”
“None of us has the honor of having a life of his own. My life is yours, your life is mine, you live what I live, destiny is one.
Take this mirror, and look at it.
Sometimes people complain about writers who tell me.
Tell us about us, shouting at them.
Alas! When I tell you about me, I’m talking to you about you.
How do not you feel it? Ah! foolish, who thinks that I am not you! ”
On the other hand, in his pictorial practice, the question of the face and the gaze is posed, in a frontality as one can find it in the Fayoum portraits for example.
These faces look at us or avoid us, or else the eyelids are closed, faces busts cut from the body and placed in the center of the bottomless sheet other than the white paper.
Elsewhere, the rhizomic question of the plant, which sometimes mixes with these figures in hybrid forms.
Through these different practices, always the same thread that deploys the ball, the intimate, the plant, the human and sometimes the monstrous not so far …