This painting is just finished and comes from the memories of a real place in Parc Mont-Tremblant with an imaginal flourish in textures, colors and shapes. The joy of discovery is in every single brushstroke and one thing leads to another, like a thousand
tiny decisions, until they all start to fit together and sing in unison.
"The visible can thus fill me and occupy me because I who see it do not see it from the depths of nothingness, but from the midst
of itself; I the seer am also visible. What makes the weight, the
thickness, the flesh of each color, of each sound, of each tactile
texture, of the present, and of the world is the fact that he who grasps
them feels himself emerge from them by a sort of coiling up or
redoubling, fundamentally homogenous with them; he feels that he is the
sensible itself coming to itself... "