These oil paintings form part of my personal experience seeking to find evocative passageways from figurative landscapes to (semi-) abstract ones. In these explorations, I try to question the content—the “material” elements—of each landscape: what would be the interpretation of putting several doors side by side, randomly, or one on top of another, imagining they’re built on slopes?
The forms, colours and locations are also questioned: why a mosque is blue and built at the periphery of a village, on the border of a wed—a once-upon-a-time river that only carries slightly muddy water after sudden and short-lived downpours.
What would be the meanings of weirdly shaped high-rises built in the neighbourhood of old traditional houses?
Has this city replaced the landscape that’s become a lost landscape?
Around me, I see or imagine so many landscapes rapidly fading, burning under heatwaves throughout the years. All the devastation is cause for alarm about the future in this capitalist vortex.
