Sa palette se dilue, en ciel étoilé, son pinceau appelle l' inaccessible, la main sur le coeur, il "émotionne", tourbillon de couleurs, lumière, tout se fond, se confond, c'est l' Abstrait de son être.. étalé, le cri, la beauté, le véritable sens.
His palette is diluted, in starry sky, his brush
calls the inaccessible, the hand on the heart, it "moves", whirlpool
of colors, light, everything blends, blends, it is the Abstract of his being..
The cry, the beauty, the true meaning.