Acrylic on stretched canvas, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

I could try to explain with words what i feel while i’m painting, while i’m creating, but i’m not sure i would succeed.
How could i ever explain to you all how completely lost i feel when the brush touches a naked canvas? Lost but also and more importantly free. No idea what i’m going to do next. All i can do is let go of myself and i let the canvas talk me.
It’s a true magical moment where what’s buried inside me resurface for everyone to see.
I honestly don’t think i can even fully and truly explain it with words, but this painting would probably give you a better picture of that very special moment.

“Falling into colours”
Mixed media 50 x 50

I draw the falling man on a book page, but not any book page. It’s a page from “The Albatros” a poem from my favourite artist C. Baudelaire.
In the poem he also attempt to describe how the poet feels while he’s creating.