Dans un Café
Amidst the emerald light, isolated and desolate, you too are in that place, sitting in that café, floating in absinthe. Forget this moment. It is only a fragment of time. A fragment of space. A fragment of action. The entire painting has become a fragment. Through this fragmentation, a sharp feeling of contact with life begins to emerge. A unity and connection with the space. It is here and now, it has not frozen - the fullness of life of a new city. And now this feeling must dissolve as well. The scene has vanished. All that is left is beauty.