Here are is some paintings on wood gathered together. Like family, they are connected by some mystical links between them, with me, and within a special place which is the wood barn at the back of my childwood garden where, 10 years ago, i began to do stuff with spray paint on salvage wood. I feel a bit melancholic to look a these pictures, it makes me think about the perpetuel movement of the endless eternity of time and space we are stuck in. It seems that i'm obsessed to think about that. Makes me feel very small and big at the same time.