I see Matthieu experimenting with paintings since the days of the fine arts when he laced canvases and climbed slides inside the studio. I saw him raise a couple of ducks and train brambles, I saw him immerse stars in liquid glass and paint the walls raspberries.
I see him continue to hold ambiguous positions and play with truths, play with signs and speeches.
I see him at home then sticking to the sidelines. I see him still and always dreaming of fresh grass and wet chemistry. Colors that will be. I thought it was about time you saw this too.