Painting seized my desire 30 years ago during my preparatory year in London. My first class, I pinned a large piece of paper to the wall, and the trace in that space seemed to open up an infinite field of play, mystery, and a struggle with material, color, and light. I studied in London and then spent three years in Boston at the Museum School of Fine Arts, quickly specializing in painting. The question of being, through painting faces, haunted me for several years. I then began working on landscapes, trees, and forests using newspapers, silencing the world's narrative by making trees grow. I worked on all sorts of media, wooden boxes, cardboard, paper, then I returned to canvas with large formats, small ones too, and always with trees crossing the medium, a house on a lake, a world without people, the characters are the trunks, the houses, embodied like living witnesses.