There has always been artistic expression in my life. Music, photography, ... Very early on, I developed a self-taught jack-of-all-trades.

For a long time, I stayed away from drawing, which has always attracted me, having decreed that I didn't know how to draw.
And then one day of idleness in lockdown, in 2020, I took out some pencils and started sketching.
I enjoyed it, I continued. As if I had finally found a support to deposit my inner bubbling up.

Nudity and eroticism quickly became important, even central, subjects, with questions about the legitimacy and intimacy of what I put on paper.

I have found in eroticism the support that matches what I have to express.
We see a lot of artists on social media who seek to desexualize bodies in an act of activism. A necessary attitude if ever there was one in today's world.
For my part, I claim the erotic side of my drawings: it is my overall desire for the female body that I draw. I couldn't find a better way to tell how I am touched by a curve, a texture, a detail, a light. I have often been frustrated by the words I could say, all too bland, imperfect, fragmented. Even those who describe my approach here cannot really express this inner turmoil that takes shape on paper.

Then... When I had to find names for these works to stage it here, I chose to remain neutral. The numbers you'll see in my gallery are perhaps less poetic than evocative, somewhat cold names. But I invite you to look at the drawing for what it is: a pencil line, a brush stroke on a sheet of paper. A set of gestures whose infinite quest is to materialize the emotion I feel when looking at these bodies. These works are carried by a surge of desire, with no intention other than the visual. To put a word on it would be too simplistic and would not reflect my approach.
If these traits happen to touch you in this way, then I'll be delighted.