I still do not know what really catches my eye, which makes me want to paint and I do not know about what I do. What I do know, however, is that I paint the sky seen from below, these old trucks and discarded by the Weather-rust, the old facades of Rong house by the time these rocks, the earth and the stones that made our homes and churches, these old things to tinker with bits and pieces, these landscapes, the sweetest most hostile I also paint these Associate of posters Manir unusual and insolent on the walls of our campaigns. "(F. Hauser
France
