A poetic ... Educational
The man who paints is a man who became man. But the man who built his fragile consciousness already went through the brush with which he paints a face: its human face!
What happens to all children of the world and every time we arrived each day we try to grow again. This movement of hope against fear, light against the evil part of the shadow, the movement of knowledge, driven by desire and fear, just extend our birth, is it not that one even leading educator to paint, sculpt, singing rights in that it educates as more or less secretly, in itself?
J.-P. Bigeault
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