Painting and poetry nostalgically yearn for the future through a troubled sobriety, through a tender relationship of ownership with life, "stealing ideas" from one another.

In this shared utopia of reality, the painter and the poet, enclosed but not excluded within the four walls, the four verses, the four colors of the palette, continue to send bottles of desperate hope into the sea outside, where "the colors of the day ripple, where colors and poems seek their final refuge".

G. P.