Vivre avec Passion

To live with passion is not to choose. It is to let fire and water meet without wanting one of them to prevail.

Above, orange burns. Warm, generous, it carries the memory of the south and of all the sunsets that refuse to fall silent. It is the side of desire, of gesture, of life giving itself.

Below, the turquoise extends. Fresh, dense, deep. It is the sea that receives, that welcomes, that soothes without ever extinguishing itself. It is the side of contemplation, of the breath that settles.

Between the two, the horizon line. Not a frontier, a meeting. Where fire embraces water, where two worlds that should oppose one another choose to vibrate together.

The matter keeps everything. The layers superimpose, the textures surface, the surface lives with a tactile depth that invites the gaze to linger.

It does not tell of a landscape. It tells of a way of being in the world.

Matter, structural plaster, acrylic, gold leaf. Wabi-sabi. To paint the meeting. To sculpt the dialogue.