RedBook

Paris 2020,

When I left the Palais de Tokyo, I came across this RED BOOK, well wrapped in plastic,

awakening in me an imaginary excitement , naively thinking that all the pages were red.

Disappointment at the opening, only the outlines were red.

A detail, you will tell me, but I feed a certain obsession, and not in secret, for the color red and its nuances.

It's everywhere, in my closet, in my bedroom, in my paintings, in my notebooks, in my head, ...

Even when I close my eyes, I see red ...

So these white pages, in my red notebook, well I'm going to dress them in red!

Work in progress ....