After "Insurrection of Color," in the expressionist tradition, my work has for some time been engaged in the exploration of the "Labyrinths of Color."
Each work is a search, aiming at a truth that eludes. Like the center of the labyrinth that will not let itself be reached.
Each work is an initiatory path; it is the path that matters. Like the labyrinths inscribed in the pavement of certain churches.
And whoever encounters a work discovers within it their own path, like no other.
Color is labyrinth, in that it produces form. It becomes architecture.
Color is labyrinth, because it makes one hear, understand, grasp. Like the labyrinth of the inner ear. Vision meets hearing.
Color leads to what is not visible. Its labyrinths make possible an access to the invisible.
Labyrinths of color: color leads to a beyond of itself.