Dominique GENTREAU

 It was one night of February 1956, in this small village where I had been born one year earlier. The air was icy and the humidity of the Garonne near, penetrated until the deepest of me. I had difficulties in failing asleep. I observed a fly who, challenging the laws of the balance was laying on the ceiling, I wanted to catch it. Up on the bed, I tried in vain of fury, I took the first come object, I threw it of all my forces. I was a tube of paint. Unfortunately it did not challenge the laws of balance, I met himself fast covered with painting and the fly was always in the same place. She seemed happy. She laugh, I'm sure of it. I took then the other tubes, the pencils, the paint brushes and as one goes along my soul calmed down? I was happy. I had understood on was happiness. I had lived thousand years. Since I'm a little bit self-taught, I made some expositions with no importance, I got distinctions, but without really become famous.
AND I OFTEN BE HAPPY. I escape ART TO ART always around ART.