Originally from Sherbrooke Quebec, dedicated artist since teenage years. First influence was my father nourishing the interest with sketching field trips and endless understanding. Other early mentors were the professional artists in my family. Surfing art classes for nude models and access to bottomless clay trough, I knew for myself that inspiration lives where wilderness thrives. A British Columbia resident for the past 20 years. I entertain La Grotesque Art Gallery/studio established in Erie BC. Main interests went from a multi-medium type painting endeavour of several years, mixing oil pastels watercolours and acrylics to a watercolour exclusive method in the last ten years when working with canvas. After a connection was made through the art school adjacent to my studio, mentorship about technics and methods was leaked my way through teachers and students generous of their time and skills, feeding my interest in sculptural works. Although the first pieces were bronzes, the ensuing production mostly evolves around concrete sculptures through a mold process borrowed from bronze making. Ceramic as been the latest medium to enter production with the first serious work being part of a multi-medium creation yet to be finished. Through career, topics have been revolving most often around death and alternative mind scapes, with generally the human form as favoured mean to communicate emotions and messages.

The painting presented here is a watercolour on raw canvas. 27 inches by 38 inches. The technic is chaotic with mostly over-rubbed brushes and a lot of water. The only intent is to convey the emotions and the soul impression as lived and as the mind imprinted it.The subject is strongly inspired by a personal event where, in an indefinite moment, the imagery of the situation became so visually ultimately beautiful that it's impression on the brain felt deafening and art seemingly became the only solve. In this depiction we see a central subject which is my dear friend Melissa, as she lays passed her last breath on the date and time of her MAID, in the reality of a progressing degenerative disease. The group attending was about thirty of us by her request and all were with her until the very end following her offer. Although only her mother was cradling Melissa and I was close enough to hold her hand, it felt like all of us were at cheek range of her. Just as she had gracefully given personal time to each one of us moments before, everyone felt connected to her in the very moment of her passing and her mind was seemingly with every one of us. Her thoughts were resolute and her body tired. Her last words were "bye tout l'monde!"(bye everybody!).The three days prior were made of music, food and shared love. Arrangements were made by her closest friends under her instructions. Her shoes were only removed after her death for she wanted her shoes on until the end. When the November mourning winds cut the electricity power and left us with Melissa's body in the dark with candles as the transporters made their long way up to the chalet, we knew everything went as perfect as it could be in the most unjust of worlds. She was wrapped in her favourite blanket, face uncovered, with the body bag left unzipped until the transporters were out of sight, like the family was hoping for.My intentions with this painting are to describe the vision of love and quietude in a moment of pain and clinging desires. To bring together peace and sorrow. By the colours, evoke feelings of chill and warmth.