« Writing Water »  

By the early 80s, like so many others, Poirot was a "serial painter".
Sofas, architecture, building sites, objects, the studio theater and its actors form a figurative fiction where myth emerges as soon as it is summoned, and curious large-format painted books and old sketchbooks pile up on the studio's large shelf, seemingly feeding the production.
Since, I believe, 2000, he has been painting landscapes, first where the archaeologist completes his work of discovery with a brush: in the book "l'ocre du lœss", then with the Vosges, curiously based on Parisian theater sets from the 1870-1914 period, where the myth of the "blue line" appears, and finally he is now tackling a series called "Austral", motivated by a 1996 trip to the Australian desert and an encounter with artists from the antipodes.

Exchanges and residencies in Australia and New Zealand continue with ongoing series (Execution... etc). Work with beehives and bees (the hive-tree, the honeycomb) also begins in 2010 on the chemin des passeurs...