My passion for volcanoes goes back to an expedition to the
Vesuvius in 1935. It was then in activity, which made me believe
in an imminent catastrophe. The visit to Pompeii and to its
Museum only comforted my hopes. Unfortunately, the eruption
in 1944 was not what I had expected.
Later, much later, the volcanic manifestations became for
me a metaphor for passionate states and the cone from which
the magma would explode and provoke rivers of fire, an image
of the menses of the Earth. And only a 180 degrees rotation
and the sex of the goddess was before my eyes ! The juice
and the tastiest of fruit could then flow, I only had to kneel
down and lick with delight. Strawberries, raspberries and
other Rubus became from then on my mediums and my colours.
I had revived my relationship with painting !
From the eruption to the divine flow there was only a second.
It is this game that I propose : you must choose either between
the intense cone or the triangle of iniquity, or not choose
at all, going back and forth from one to the other.