The poetics of the shepherds, the poetics of the professions that have contemplation as their foundation. The poetics of the bohemian part of life. The poetics of the absolutely happy human being, without problems, without pain, without worries.
In Églogue I make unknown figures dance, they dance to the sound of the colors, to the music that comes out of the forms. Eclogue moves me and I myself cry dancing and singing, when I create it.
No one understands where all the excitement comes from. It comes from love, from the air I breathe, from humor, it comes from my deep being, where there is only poetry, where there are only beautiful forms, where people kiss, where hands dance just like feet.
Medium: acrylic on Figueras paper on foam board framed with a 2 cm natural wood strip
Side: 103 cm widh x 73 cm height
Year: 2021
