In praise of dreams
April 2005 Filed in: Image Poetry
At this time I knew that I would change. The obsession with the abstract and the discovery of the green, gave me a new hope. I've made an opus in Unfolding but it wasn't enough. So I put in a little more dark and I made after a long process of self discovering, this huge poster in one day, an Emotionnal Landscape in fact.
Sweet revenge
February 2005 Filed in: Image Poetry
Sweet Revenge was born with a need for happy colours. Like a candy, like the movie "Amelie from Montmartre". One more time I used abstract forms in 3D and had fun with photoshop. With this series of image was the unFolding's opus "Memories of Dreams" is born. When people see this work it gives them a good feeling and they are happy.
Anatomy of a poet
July 2003 Filed in: Image Poetry
Heart, is an organ of Fire It was a revelation for me. I felt that it touched something deep. I wanted to show the inner creation of the poet, what he occurs when it creates. I made a special attention to all the small organic elements. The poster is done with a little 3D and a lot of Photoshop.
Soul, starblind fade to silence A few days later, "soul" continues the work of the inner creation. Here too, I paid particular attention to organic elements. There is a very little 3D and much much more Photoshop. The Original files are more than 100 Layers.
Brainstorm After the succes of creation for the two preceding pieces, I wanted one more that completes my wall at home. I wanted more colour than only the red. I wanted to show the multiple facetes of the brain. Unfortunately "Brainstorm" has not he same magic like the other pieces.
The spirit of Eden
April 2003 Filed in: Image Poetry
Happiness
Everything has begun with a desire: brights colours in a metallic and sharp-edged world. A triptic of the garden of Eden.
The spirit of Eden knows three feelings of love. The first "Luck" - where everything found its foundations.
Starless
The second feeling is "Starless". One hopes to see the light at the end of the tunnel. One needs something, where one can hold on.
This feeling often returns, because one balancing from a corner to the other one and thus always goes through the center.
Madness
The colours become pale. The forms pointedly, as thousand meter or splintered glass, that came of a book of mirrors. A book full of mirrors. Once again I spent the evening before the mirror, in order to talk with someone.
