What about painting?
It came to me as a mean to say these “important things” you don’t speak about. These things can’t be said clearly. They are literally unspeakable. They become blurry and they eventually vanish when analysed.
They can be expressed only by allusion.
(Abstract Composition)
Montlaur is 49, he has reached the fullness of his art and of his technique. This small, slightly larger than life portrait, with an ironical title, is not meant to be flattering. The brown and ochre monochrome conveys an impression of sadness and weariness. His face is marked by the pain caused by his eye injury. The painter does not seek to please, he just paints. This is his whole life.