« L’insaisissable qui saisit » 
If the words of classical mythology and the Bible populate the seas with multiple dangers, if the storms of the Dutch masters already testified to a fascination for maritime spaces, 19th-century painting provokes a dizzying sense of time. The Romantic generation invites us to a meditation tinged with melancholy, and causes us to tremble with a dread provoked by the crushing agitation of the waves, each differentiated in its own singularity. From apocalyptic visions to those of hell, the storm becomes a recurring theme in the history of art. From Turner to Courbet, from Victor Hugo to Gustave Le Gray, storms, refuges for monsters and melancholy, are always an expression of human passions.

In keeping with this tradition, my aim here is to capture nature in one of its convulsions, to bear witness to the elusive, to human powerlessness in the face of the natural elements. A metaphor for chaos, random and fleeting, the wave is an element in perpetual motion, with shapes, colors and textures that are never identical, always singular. Indeed, what other reality is there than that of instantaneous sensation? What is an image if not an instant captured before it disappears?

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