13x0.8 in ~ Painting, Oil
I read the death of Ingmar Bergman one summer morning on "Libération", this giant of cinema was to be buried a few days later, surrounded by his loved ones, in great discretion. I asked myself, why wasn't there more impact here in France, one or two articles, the broadcast of one of his films in the evening after midnight... and that's it! perhaps he had the misfortune to die in the summer, when everyone had gone on vacation. I was in Paris, finishing a large still life and I was thinking about him, about his face as it must have looked in the darkness. Deleuze said that in Bergman the world unfolds or refocuses from a face. It is somewhat in this spirit that I made this monochrome portrait.
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