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But exactly. The doubt it's what what advances me in painting. It's the mainspring, the emotion of my canvases. One doubts, one looks. A violent, lyric movement, as if everything was taken by the Seine... People, animals, things... Far. Very far.

When I affect a canvas, it's with the music of Steve Reich, Philip Glass, Fred Frith, Tony Conrad. The music settles a chaotic circle in my studio. It spreads walls. I can finally go down in the well of the emotion and perform my buckets.

A canvas must be evident. Even if sometimes it strikes me, exceeds me. I refuse it and I understand it often only some months later.

I stop thinking. I work, and then I'm tired.

I like this fatigue.

Even if to be in my studio doing nothing, it's not badly either.

To paint, it's to be alone. One becomes used to the solitude, but it's necessary to pay a little attention. If one isn't careful there, it can make the fear come. And then after the fear...

Well, in all this, I don't know what I'm going to paint tomorrow...

Guy Lachot (2000)