About beppe

The first confinement in France had a virtue, it allowed me to throw myself into the water...or rather into the oil.

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It had already taken me too many years to get into sculpture. It took me 6 years more for painting.

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Self-taught, choice of oil by challenge then by pleasure, the portrait imposed itself naturally to me.

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Beauty of the eyes, sensuality of the mouth, a face is painted as it is sculpted: shadow and light, hollow and full. Care for detail or rough appearance, the brush glides over the canvas as the tool models the clay.

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The gaze transmits many feelings to us, it also makes us travel. I try to capture these expressions to transmit them to you in turn and take you elsewhere.

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The port I am out of is La Rochelle (France) but my adoptive one is between Rhône and Saône since more than 20 years.

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