Art and love is a happy encounter and pure magic; without them, our world would not exist. Doubt and failure constantly await the artist in his fury to live and to express what he experiences intensely or painfully. A work of art remains forever a masterpiece built on experience and made of impulses, emotions and sensations pushed to their climax.
Artistic inspiration doesn't come from nowhere, even if it comes from an unknown or spontaneous source! In the art of loving, in the art of saying and repeating this love, of painting it or sculpting it to make it better known and to transmit it, there is no chance because there is clearly a thread, an invisible link that connects the artist to the fuel that allows him to progress so well in his work! Couldn't this discreet engine which takes her along, be a face, a female body which, in its intimacy, stirs her guts?