The palette: the cold made visible.

The dominant tones – cashew white, pearl gray, sandy beige – evoke winter light, this diffused and lightly veiled clarity of short days.

The geometric structure: the fixed, the suspended

Imbricated and decaled rectangles, delimited by thin black lines, organize the space. This geometry is a reference to Mondrian, but softer, inaccessible, as if the frame weren’t quite closed. Winter, too, suspends things midway: nature figured, of clean outlines on a white background.

The Accident of Texture: Life Under the Frost

The blue ink stain, with its blobs, is the only moment of unexpected, organic. It contrasts with the geometric rigor of the rest. One can read a metaphor: beneath the frozen surface of winter, something still throbs, a contained energy, ready to blossom in spring.

Empty space: the silence of winter

Of vast expanses of white and beige remain empty, breathing. This emptiness is not an absence, but the presence of silence, the stillness that winter imposes on the landscape.

I never leave the cold, beautiful and melancholy light of winter!