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I practiced figure drawing for a long time before admitting to my self that, deep inside, I wanted to explore something else. While I knew my response to abstract work, I had only a vague idea of what the process meant. I remember sitting in front of those sheets of paper, staring, unable to do anything. Then, all of a sudden, it was time to do something, starting with a line, a color, a gesture. I generally used light color at first, it felt safer... then, one drawing at a time, the series took shape. This body of work was my door to the abstract world, and this door never closed, yet each time I start a new work, I still wonder what will emerge, but now, I know that I can let myself be surprised.

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