It took a few decades before I allowed myself to give drawing a serious try, before I took the time to do it and accepted the risk of being judged by others without being afraid…
Until then, I merely “drew pictures” like those we hesitate, when growing up, to offer to our parents, the best way to avoid derogatory judgments then being to limit ourselves to producing drawings that conform to the way we imagine reality (not to the way we really see it) or to reproduce stereotypes that can be more easily accepted by others, rather than shapes that really reflect our emotions.
The following images trace this prehistory of my birth to drawing.
They summarize my production…. of the last twenty years. I have kept nothing from before. I didn’t try to do much either, since I was convinced that it was “useless”….
If you’ve ever felt a tiny urge to draw, don’t let it wither and die as you watch life go by. If it has already manifested itself, even if only once, I would be happy to help you let it go out.
Believe me, the butterfly inside you is beautiful when it takes flight!
