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.
Virtual exhibit
Où sont mes amis morts ?
Oil on bard, 61 cm x 38 cmParis, September 1963
- Death - war
- 60-69
Où sont mes amis morts ?
(Where are my Dead Friends?)
Crowd of dead comrades, their faces covered with blood. Recurring nightmare of the artist who endlessly relives his battles.
Lest we forget!
Selection
Oranges et bananes
54 cm × 65 cmParis
La nuit des sens
65 cm × 92 cmNice 1952
La promesse des fleurs
73 cm × 92 cm
La nuit du 14 au 15 août
46 cm × 55 cmRotheneuf 1972