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It is an emptiness to be painted, an emptiness which communicates. It speaks because painting has its own orality, its own voice, even its own intimacy. I have read his most personal possessions with my own eyes: from the slippers to the bags, to the straw hats, to his fast bicycle: a collection of objects which I had never noticed in daily life, because they appear only in solitude, in abandonment&#8230; the weight of the evidence. It is a wardrobe of affections, the paintings are letters waiting for Godot who will never come. But a painter must believe in the invisible. &nbsp; The painter&#8217;s hands caress and re-touch the pompoms, red and superstitious. &nbsp; The paintings are soft, they are not tragic. They are bright, because everyone has their own color within. My wife loved dresses; for her dressing was a way of being: subjective and intended as a &#8220;second skin&#8221;, like the brilliant white of her poise. I have asked for nothing spectacular and nothing sensational. 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