Dawn. A rarefied and lazy beam rushes through windows shaped by the architecture. The darkness of the interior subtly loses intensity and becomes stained with greys. Morning breaks. In a flash the light comes on, and from the light the drawing is born: volumes are contoured, rays fall horizontally, choreographing shadows. With each new twilight, with each orbit, the stars circle the planet and go on inscribing trails.

Making a picture appears to the author as the possibility of creating drawings on a given surface. Without letting himself be carried away by easy devices, his work is built from a careful look, apprehending the effects of light on a corner, an object, a plane. Noticing such occurrences means entering the same rhythm, the same pulse of the universe; it means aligning perception with the flow of time.