To become forest
huile sur toile, 100×100 cm
Not to see and paint a landscape, but to dive into it like diving into the sea: to see and paint the landscape within it, within the forest, inside its outside, as a participant, an event in its biotope, without distancing a subject, without a priori discriminating between background and form, tree and leaves, root and reflections, color and light. To become forest in order to see like a fallen trunk, to see like an insect, like the moss, like the wind shaking the leaves, like the branches creaking, to see with the ears, with the nose, with the skin, with the hand. To paint not a thing but a “becoming,” as Gilles Deleuze would say. To become forest by becoming paint.
