Location: France
My dreams are inspired from Mother Nature and nurtured by my imagination and my fantasies. I give them life on my canvases using oils for sensuality. Rich colours sweep through the paintings to convey moods and atmosphere. I chose to express myself in a style reminiscent of the naive, which allows me to travel easily between fiction and reality. Come and dream with me....
Mother's day inspired me and I conceived this bouquet to express love and warmth with my flowers.
Oil on canvas, 36x48
A pewter vase in an antiquarian shop window reminded me of my grandmother's lilac tree which gave beautiful blossom in the springtime
Oil on canvas, 38x46
When I dream of flowers....and my brushes give life to my dreams
Oil on canvas, 36x48
Eyes open in the semi-darkness during a sleepless night
Reflecting the summer sky, the vase held its flowers like an offering
The sweet scent of the fig leaf wafted subtly out of last night's dream
The flowers here speak of the joy and light-heartedness of the Carnival season through 3 eternal themes, that of the Jester, the Clown and Arlequin.
Forever the symbol of laughter and fun, the Jester adorns daily life with flowers, real or imaginary ...
Oil on canvas, 38x46
An explosion of flowers hide the stern angles of the vase to charm the eye and join in the joyful smile of the flower Clown
Oil on canvas, 38x48
Arlequin-coloured petals spring joyfully in the air to the sound of the Carnival parade
On the age-old, erosion molded mountains of Alsace rest innumerable vineyards, and picturesque villages nestle comfortably in the valleys...dear memories I wanted to lay down on canvas, and join in my own way the song of the minstrels who travelled along the winding roads between the vineyards from town to village...
Proud of its past, an old village has kept part of the fortifications and the gate that leads out to the vineyards
Oil on canv
A preserved medieval gate leads to the vineyards spreading over the hilltops
At the end of the street just in front of the remparts, the old house overlooks the vineyards
Ruins of a medieval castle overlook a village nestling in the hills below, while cotonny clouds spread slowly over the vineyards
Nestling around its old church, a village wakes up in the morning glow of a radiant sunshine
at the end of the cul-de-sac, an old half- beamed house stands proudly over the narrow street
On the hilltop, looking down on the village nestled below
Far away, on the other side of the river, some old fashioned farms climbed along the hillside
Flowers, and plants in general, whether real or imagined, give a rich and immensely varied support to emotions and feelings
Imaginary flowers seem to rest, huddling in the folds of a blue silk scarf
A severe square window ledge livens up with a vase full of bright flowers that let the sunshine in
An old fashioned vase abandonned on a shelf comes to life again holding pompon- like flowers
A joyful mixture of flowers and fruit seem to dance to the sound of a street band passing by
Sizzling heat, a sliver of lemon in a tall glas, even the flowers are enjoying siesta time
A sheet of foil paper wrapped around a handful of imaginary flowers, what a lovely gift for Mother's day!
the weight of solitude of a small boat facing the immensity of the ocean, the cold winds of winter blowing through bare trees, a stroll along a riverbank, special moments in time I wanted to share through those paintings
Behind me stood tall the remarquable castle of La Rochefoucauld, and my eyes suddenly caught this enchanting riverscape....à lovely memory imprimantes in my heart forever
A few leaves are swept by a nasty winter wind and swirl in the last rays of the dying sunset
A lonely small wooden boat is stranded in the muddy sands, facing the immensity of the ocean car away
2021 : a new life back to my first passion....how to express better this re-birth than by imaginant a tree back in bloom after a long winter?
When dreams create unusual encounters....
Sounds and colours mingle playfully around a French horn
A medieval mandolin sings its melody, and vibrations turn into sounds and colours , expressing their hapiness creating new flowers
“Neons and flowers? Nah, impossible!”
A parallel world where little golden fish swimm happily among a bouquet of flowers....why not?
Bursting out like multi-colored sparkles flowers join in the celebrating mood of the carnival
“Red bouquet”
“Yesteryear in mauve”
“Flower nocturne”
“"Nocturne"”
“Blue cristal”
“"The citrus bouquet"”
“A sweet taste of figs”
“The Jester”
“The Clown”
“Arlequin bouquet”
“The Vineyard Gate”
“"The house with a view"”
“Autumn over the hills”
“Dawn over the vineyards”
“"End house"”
“A walk along the vines”
“Balcony view”
“Mother's day gift”
“Flowers in the window”
“The red pompom”
“"Tutti frutti”
“"Summer cocktail"”
“"The silver bouquet"”
“Sunday promenade”
“Winter winds”
“Solitude”
“"Renaissance"”
“The sound of flowers”
“Medieval Flower Melody”
“"Fireworks"”
