L Hiver

A vast, velvety field of blue opens like an expanse of silence, against which a compressed tangle of angular forms surges at the right edge, as if memory or matter is being forced into view. The painter’s sharp, gestural strokes—white and icy cyan cut with flashes of ochre and a single wound-like red—create a rhythmic collision between calm atmosphere and fractured intensity. Space becomes psychological: the left plane reads as breath and distance, while the crowded right becomes a site of pressure, suggesting the way emotion concentrates into shards when it can no longer remain submerged. In this tension between immersion and rupture, the work offers blue not as serenity alone, but as a depth capable of holding turbulence.