Dessin au feutre original signé sur papier, art singulier (2023) Drawing by Christophe Verger-Lecocq

Born June 15, 1971 in LISIEUX (Calvados). From a very young age, he was attracted to all forms of Art, of which his modest background deprived him. School bores him, and his mind never stops wandering. Only his master's bullying keeps him in a reality that he loathes. All that remains of this dark period is a self-portrait executed in gouache and the dull impression of being the victim of an ultimately ephemeral and grotesque destiny. Fortunately, when he entered secondary school, a new discovery delivered him from his dark lethargy: books. He devours the Folios that his mother lets him buy without checking the authors. Moving from Sartre, to Camus, then Kafka and many others, he fills his solitude in the shadow of the pages in search of a similar possibility. Thinking he can master words, he tries his hand at writing, pouring out his adolescent spleen onto the white sheets. Increasingly neglecting his studies, his parents directed him towards a technical sector, where far from finding people capable of feeding his thirst for " beautiful', it clashes with the ambient stupidity. Once again, fleeing reality, he calms his despair in the shadow of words and in the silence of churches where, from the depths of his neurosis, he believes he glimpses the one who is not! During these years, which still seem like an eternity to him today, he exhausted himself by building bridges between himself and his contemporaries. The words themselves betray him, who would only like to translate a dull impression dictated by his despair, he feels that they cannot translate this collective unconscious. His environment catches up with him, and faced with the contingencies of life, he strives, for a time, to curb this formless magma in favor of a certain social comfort capable of freeing him from all material obligations. Sometimes he finds himself listening to the song of the sirens, but he knows, unconsciously, that the time has not yet come for deliverance and his quest for a certain " absolute ". So the dates on the calendar slipped away, slowly, in a little death where he was only waiting for a sign. Then finally came the resurrection. Everything, again, seemed possible and this thanks to the protective shadow of the one who became his companion, his muse, the indispensable element of a complex alchemy. She designed for him an easel, brushes, canvases, and finally free of all constraints, he was able to pour onto the linen, in a continuous flow, all this paint which swelled his veins and desperately pressed his temples...

• Nationality: FRANCE
• Date of birth : unknown date
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• Groups: Contemporary French Artists