Location: France
My dreams are inspired from Mother Nature and nurtured by my imagination and fantasies. I give them life on my canvases using oils to convey sensuality. Rich colours sweep through the paintings to convey moods and atmosphere. I chose to express myself in a style reminiscent of the naive, which allows me to travel easily between fiction and reality. Come and dream with me....
Mother's day inspired me and I conceived this bouquet to express love and warmth with my flowers.
Oil on canvas, 36x48
A pewter vase in an antiquarian shop window reminded me of my grandmother's lilac tree which gave beautiful blossom in the springtime
Oil on canvas, 38x46
When I dream of flowers....and my brushes give life to my dreams
Oil on canvas, 36x48
Eyes open in the semi-darkness during a sleepless night
Reflecting the summer sky, the vase held its flowers like an offering
The sweet scent of the fig leaf wafted subtly out of last night's dream
Did you know that cotton Buds open up bright pink, before turning white? The texture of the Bud was an interesting challenge....especially when presented against the smoothness of the Arum flower
Une nuit d'insomnie je rêvais les yeux ouverts devant un vas vide et mon imagination se mit à le remplir de fantaisies florales....
Un bouquet de fleurs illuminé au couchant et toutes les couleurs se sont transformées....j'ai eu envie de créer un bouquet imaginaire baigné de rose, comme le ciel au dessus de moi
The flowers here speak of the joy and light-heartedness of the Carnival season through 3 eternal themes, that of the Jester, the Clown and Arlequin.
Forever the symbol of laughter and fun, the Jester adorns daily life with flowers, real or imaginary ...
Oil on canvas, 38x46
An explosion of flowers hide the stern angles of the vase to charm the eye and join in the joyful smile of the flower Clown
Oil on canvas, 38x48
Arlequin-coloured petals spring joyfully in the air to the sound of the Carnival parade
On the age-old, erosion molded mountains of Alsace rest innumerable vineyards, and picturesque villages nestle comfortably in the valleys...dear memories I wanted to lay down on canvas, and join in my own way the song of the minstrels who travelled along the winding roads between the vineyards from town to village...
Proud of its past, an old village has kept part of the fortifications and the gate that leads out to the vineyards.
At the end of the street just in front of the remparts, the old house overlooks the vineyards
Ruins of a medieval castle overlook a village nestling in the hills below, while cotonny clouds spread slowly over the vineyards
Nestling around its old church, a village wakes up in the morning glow of a radiant sunshine
at the end of the cul-de-sac, an old half- beamed house stands proudly over the narrow street
On the hilltop, looking down on the village nestled below
From the terrace the view stretched over the undulating hilltops to the far away vineyards
Enjoying a "late harvest" Gewursttraminer, I closed my eyes and my mind created this landscape so reminiscent of the late autumnsof my dear Alsace
Flowers, and plants in general, whether real or imagined, give a rich and immensely varied support to emotions and feelings
A severe square window ledge livens up with a vase full of bright flowers that let the sunshine in
An old fashioned vase abandonned on a shelf comes to life again holding pompon- like flowers
Sizzling heat, a sliver of lemon in a tall glas, even the flowers are enjoying siesta time
A sheet of foil paper wrapped around a handful of imaginary flowers, what a lovely gift for Mother's day!
Nature 's so créative, she could well have given birth to flowers similar to those, why Not?
the weight of solitude of a small boat facing the immensity of the ocean, the cold winds of winter blowing through bare trees, a stroll along a riverbank, special moments in time I wanted to share through those paintings
Behind me stood tall the remarquable castle of La Rochefoucauld, and my eyes suddenly caught this enchanting riverscape....à lovely memory imprimantes in my heart forever
A few leaves are swept by a nasty winter wind and swirl in the last rays of the dying sunset
A lonely small wooden boat is stranded in the muddy sands, facing the immensity of the ocean car away
An old cherry tree reflects pensively its colorful blossom in the dark waters of the nearby lake while the sun sets discreetly in the distance
When dreams create unusual encounters....
Sounds and colours mingle playfully around a French horn
A medieval mandolin sings its melody, and vibrations turn into sounds and colours , expressing their hapiness creating new flowers
This was awarded with a "Masterful Mind Award" for " creativity and uniqueness" by the Circle Foundation for Arts last April.
Le poète Rimbaud parlait de la correspondance entre les couleurs et les sons, et en re-lisant ce magnifique poème il m'est venu de peindre une guitare qui chantait et vibrait au son de ses accords.
For fans of all those inspiring vintage cars, small canvases reminiscent of the famous radiator grilles that characterize each manufacturer
Legendary and élégant, forever a symbole of performance and elegance
A forever French classic synonymous of luxury since 1895
Forever a symbol of British elegance
“Red bouquet”
“Yesteryear in mauve”
“Flower nocturne”
“"Nocturne"”
“Blue cristal”
“"The citrus bouquet"”
“A sweet taste of figs”
“Cotton Buds”
“Rêve éveillé à Jonzac”
“Harmonie Rose”
“The Jester”
“The Clown”
“Arlequin bouquet”
“The Vineyard Gate”
“"The house with a view"”
“Autumn over the hills”
“Dawn over the vineyards”
“"End house"”
“A walk along the vines”
“Balcony view”
“Late harvest ”
“Flowers in the window”
“The red pompom”
“"Summer cocktail"”
“"The silver bouquet"”
“Why Not ?”
“Sunday promenade”
“Winter winds”
“Solitude”
“Reflections”
“A Cor Fleuri”
“The singing Mandolin ”
“Neon Flowers”
“Vibrations ”
“Hispano-Suiza ”
“Delahaye 1936”
“Jaguar MK Ii”
