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"I am another" said Rimbaud. But which Other? This face that I look at and paint. And who is also me. Go from face to face, go from look to look, go from life to life, from the other to me and from me to the other. Non-stop. It is the invitation to a journey that leads to an interior approach to the world of women. To paint the other is first of all to risk one face to face, staring at one another. A journey also punctuated by stopovers in the flow of time. These faces are not silent, they carry in their figuration the exchange of two lives, some improbable fragments of which have come to be deposited there on the paper, in a way completing this privileged link which existed between the one that was painted and the one that was painted. 'painted.
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