Almost twenty years ago, I used to draw my dreams in a notebook every morning. Gradually, I began to fill the pages daydreaming.

In homage to the automatic writing of the surrealists, I call “automatic drawings” these illustrations with clear lines that punctuate my notebooks with strange parentheses.

The technique is simple and complex at the same time: I let the line go on the sheet without trying to control its trajectory. It is a voluntary effort to refrain from previewing a shape. Total improvisation requires trusting a part of oneself that does not pass through the consciousness.

When I paint or draw what I see, I feed a library in the hollow of my brain. These archives allow my unconscious to express itself in images. The more I observe the world, the more the automatic drawings are rich in visual references.

Drawing is a meditative practice for me. I sharp my concentration, while learning to direct it to both what I observe and what I feel. Seeing outside and inside creates my balance.

Thank you for taking the time to read a bit of what is happening on the other side of the eyes.