Why paint the surrounding nature?

When we have so many great predecessors as elders: Cezanne, Monet, Renoir, Van Gogh, Seurat, Vlaminck, Matisse ... It is difficult to find our own way as their landscapes reach perfection.

However, it is to feel the breeze, the blazing heat, the sweet tranquility and feel that their world offers.

When I first set foot in Portugal, I wanted to reveal my happiness, as if I were skimming on land. I tried to talk about these places that carried me like a caress.

"The Gulbenkian Gardens" brought me meditation I loved so much.  

As if time had no more control over me. One way to sublimate.

Parenthesis in colors. In this "O Time pause in your flight" of Lamartine, I find all the nostalgic themes on nature and I let my pencil browse the blank sheet...

"Estufa Fria", like an oxygen bubble where I like to dream...

"Brazil," the tree of birds... And that made me feel better the poetry in the paintings of Henri Rousseau...

The Botanical Garden of Lisbon, another getaway that makes me forget the outskirts of the city and the magic of Principe do Real... I will not speak of Sintra that attracted me like so many other places... Neither of these small fishing ports that evoke Pierre Loti. So many themes to cover one day...

D.K.