After a close friend died, the "Morning Scales" series appeared in the form of a large book, my notes fading into the afterlife. These conceptual works emphasize a work on trace, a description of glyphs carried away in a silent symphony.

The sound of a river, the sound of a stream crossing the plot and the trout, silent by nature, gliding between shadows and reflections, the same scene in the rustling of the foliage, barely perceptible through the flapping of the heron's wings.To perceive and transmit the unfolding of a summer's day, recognizable by the shifts of light that take possession of the place in the morning and gradually lose the battle against the spreading shadows of the night that never comes. The artist immerses in the torpor of scorching summer days, sparing his gestures to write only the essential.