Trees, flowers, and a yearning for foliage on a grey day. A wine merchant by day, drawing lets me sift through what’s important. It is an intimate exercise, tinted with simplicity, curiosity and astonishment about this crossing we all must make.
Wine merchant by profession in spite of many years studying Fine Arts (Nantes and Paris), I chose my profession in order to be able to earn a living without having to make concessions in my art, which I continue to practice every day.
I installed my art workshop at the back of my small shop: a table under a staircase with a large window which floods the drawing table with light on a sunny day, a few large sheets of paper scotched to the wall, India ink, watercolors and an overabundance of notebooks. Some filled with small narratives about daily happenings. A daily practice become a habit; we get along well together, drawing and me and we are doing what it takes to keep this friendship alive.
This complicity brings me to using my drawing to sift through the sense of my day. It is an intimate exercise, tinted with simplicity, curiosity and astonishment about this crossing we all must make. In order to sooth the guilt that sporadically torments the practice of my art (not to forget that I am doing it at my place of work) I will sometimes design labels for the family Cognac business. It is therefore through following this unlikely path that I found myself here.
Whether for sport, passion or simply fun because it’s wacky, I produce some very singular labels for our cognac. The original drawing glued directly on to the bottle, with flawed and chiselled letters, Colors brushed on and designs adapted to the personality of the elixir. It is from another era and totally anecdotal. In short, a rather orgasmic soothing of conscience. And by chance, one of these very bottles has inspired these few designs done in my workshop and offered to you here.
Trees, flowers and a yearning for foliage on a grey day.