This picture is featuring Vincent Guépy, pal from New Caledonia who's now in the same school as mine in France.

Attendre. We may wonder if it's the right behaviour to have. Wait for life to happen? Sure you'll have to be pretty patient, or pretty lucky. Things never come by themselves, or so rarely they do. You, I, we all need to walk on. Never to walk by, always on and on.

You've got to transform your routine in a permanent endeavour.

The hands -- Les Mains

Everything is about the hands. Look how melted they are, how akward, at first glance, their position seems to be. Like if they wanted to catch someone, something. Like if they were appealing for their complementation. Like if they needed something.

Love. Our society, our global behaviour seem endlessy turning around, in the end, love, and only love. When i was younger, I asked my father some day why a fan of John Lennon murdered him. He replied me that "L'Amour et la Haine sont les plus proches des passions." Hatred and Love are the closest Passions.
Let's say it, my father ain't really talkative. Ain't at all. But that sentence just breathed a deep thought.

This picture is certainly, intrinsically, about Love. It's probably an ode to the lack of love. To the search of Love. To the Need of Love.

All we need is love.


If only...




MR