Grains de nectar

(Google translation)

It's the time of the vines.
The time of the grapes and the time of the wine...
And of all the necessary care, of the passion placed at the service of the divine beverage for a renewed magic...
It's also the time of the painter, coming here and there to capture a few images of a land marked by the work of humankind.
Prowling between the rows of vines in search of a glimmer of light, a suspended composition, a witness to the fragile balance between the sky and the deep reserves of the soil.
Here, an infinite range of greens encases the fruits of the quest.
The ripening will be accompanied by a great transformation, a great revolution born of the rigors of the climate: And the green will give way.
The time of powerful yellows, of incandescent reds, will come.
In the meantime, the painter seizes the privilege of another range. Infinite. From pale green to olive green, from emerald to jade. Sometimes acidic, sometimes washed or raw, but always, always in harmony with the soil that nourishes the base of the vine.