Le Journal

Journal

Occasional word from the studio — the light of the Midi, the making of a painting, the small weathers of a life spent watching one landscape.

The two hours I trust

Why I paint only at first light and the last hour before dusk — and what I do with the rest of the day.

A pigment bought once a year in Montélimar, and why the shutters of the studio are a colour no shop sells.

On the village with no name, the poppies that invite themselves, and why some paintings never leave the attic.