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Paintings 

Basque Country and Bullfighting

 

When I arrived in the Basque Country in the 1980s, I was seized by a sudden urge to paint—without really knowing why.

Forty years later, I continue, again and again, to search for that perfect gesture.

The gesture of the pelota players, taut and precise. The gesture of the matadors, fluid and intense.

What matters to me is being in the action, in the movement—where painting becomes an extension of the body and the moment.

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