The Painter’s Tarot
huile sur toile, 116×90 cm
Jacques Lacan would have said: ça le taraude ! (it gnaws at him!) For modern art has questioned the painter. Some have bet on expression, others on perception, some have turned the canvas into an image, while others have refused the question and become the makeshift comedians and theorists of the unspeakable. Yet the question is always there. In the bohemian tarot of painters, I drew this card. I don’t know what it’s worth. But it speaks to me of this and that, and of what desire can do with it. Perhaps that is what painting is?
