Color is the joy of life. When I paint, I always think of the people who go home in the evening after having endured pollution, gray.
« I compose my work like music »
Color is the joy of life. When I paint, I always think of the people who go home in the evening after having endured pollution, gray.
Its landscapes of France or England recall the palette of Impressionist painters, and its exuberant bouquets are as magically fresh and radiant as spring buds.
