Mid-May

This painting blazes like a clearing flooded with light. Long striations—turquoise, green, and mauve—burst forth like supple stems or rays, carried by an ascending energy. At the center, a blazing bouquet of reds, pinks, and oranges unfolds, the beating heart of the composition. The dense matter, sculpted by the knife, becomes here a kind of writing: each incision a stroke of wind, a vibration of sap, a pulse of life. Everything seems to surge upward at once, in a joyful explosion, as if all of nature were celebrating the arrival of May. The colors sing together—deep violet, radiant turquoise, fiery orange—and overlap like voices in a choir. One no longer knows whether one is gazing at flowers, tall grasses, sunrays, or a music made of color. This painting is a hymn to vital impulse, a celebration of growth and renewal. The canvas does not show a landscape: it plunges us into the very breath of the season, where life bursts forth in sprays, in a dazzling blaze of light and color.