" Mues "

These investigations ultimately led the artist to invent a new form of expression, which, as we observe, possesses exceptional graphic impact. His process, at the intersection of multiple techniques, is itself a form of metamorphosis. The polymorphic nature of his method already explicitly conveys the symbolic alchemy of matter’s transmutation through recycling…

The framework of creative gestation and its technical appendage exist as a single continuum. This continuum gives rise to a spatio-temporal graphic vertigo in the proportions of the Golden Ratio. A post-abstract or neo-figurative nebula composes the joyful dramaturgy of lyrical decomposition. A graphic-stellar entanglement where matter, inspired by an initiating present, is already drawn toward a boreal future, intensifies itself: the cosmic lenses of the photographer’s objective have indeed penetrated a teeming elsewhere of unknown universes.

Thus arose a ceremonial practice with quasi-shamanic artistic invocations. The “photogenic spasms” of ordinary matter aggregated into swirling galaxies with pixels transformed into “atomic” elements, and into the tails of spectral, wild comets. The artist no longer controls anything. He is “connected” to a force that tends to erase him, making way for the solemnity of the ritual.

This “sidereal metamorphosis” now hangs in the moment of “release of the shot,” where hermetic synchronicities summon and invoke the energies of the Ether without constraint. And even if a lyrical abstraction emerges from this apparent decompositional chaos, it can only be apprehended through the figuration and transfiguration of pixelated sfumatos, which themselves have mutated into psychedelic atoms.

It is within this photogenicity, as delicate as it is effervescent, that vortexes of light merge at metachromatic frequencies. Their ineffable flows galvanize halos of clouds with binary incandescence, mythifying the spectral exaltation of the image. For, like a Phoenix reincarnating, the particles of matter in full metamorphosis liquefy within the burning limbo of the same space-time as the atomic vibrations that re-create them.