This first month of the year has been prolific—at least in a certain way! It has tested my endurance, challenged me in the pursuit of a desired expression, and brought both obstacles and discoveries.
Expressive Flower Paintings
Started in November for some, in April 2024 for others, this beginning of the year marks the realization of a new field of exploration: creating expressive flower paintings.
Why flowers ?

Well, because they have their own language. We offer them to bring joy, and in the 17th century, during the Romantic era, they were used to convey messages. Even today, giving a cactus to your mother-in-law is apparently not highly recommended—unless, of course, you have a subliminal message to send.
Beyond that, flowers regularly save me from despair. Every time the world seems out of balance, simply stepping outside is enough to be reminded of their perfection, their beauty, and their strength.
Through this collection, I wanted to humbly pay tribute to them, but also to offer them to you—to share a message of kindness and softness, to bring a perspective on the world around us.
Like many people, I was deeply affected by the news at the end of the year—particularly by the acts of defiance of the Iranian student and Gisèle Pelicot’s legal battle for all of us. I was struck by this woman standing tall before her aggressors, facing absurd rhetoric that, despite its irrationality, reveals real flaws in our societies. I was also moved by the testimonies of artists across the Atlantic, fearful and saddened for the future of their daughters, disheartened by the face of their country—centuries of social struggles dismissed with a wave of the hand.
On a small scale, I felt the need to create a piece that unites us. You are not alone. The desire of an artist to send a message of support from the depths of a small village in Provence.
The lotus carries a message of peace, an echo of the utopia I dream of—building a society in which I want to grow and thrive.
"Sorority" is all of that—a stand of solidarity in the fight for a peaceful future, where every woman has the right to exist as she chooses and to fully reclaim ownership of her body.

I find this peace outside, every time I stand before the beauty of nature—both cruel and gentle. Before the flowers that grow despite everything happening in our human lives, that wither and resurface again.
I wanted—needed—to study them for a while. Wildflowers, capturing in my own way their softness and strength. Their hypnotic hearts that both nourish and trap so many species.
I painted these flowers in oil on fresh paper. Though, I must admit, a few touches here and there were later added to emphasize the importance of light.
Would a frame enhance them? Or should we rather mount them on a wooden panel to give them more presence? I’ll let you decide—perhaps they will speak to your soul and find the place and strength they deserve in your home.