La finesse

Delicacy has cornered me. In a world where you have to be adamant and uncompromising, my soft side, which I don't like to show, comes out more and more often. There is no place for it in the brutal reality, so I escape into the depths of my imagination. Daydreaming becomes my way of coping with everyday life, I blur the boundaries between sleep and wakefulness. I can't cope with my inner delicacy, I don't want to be perceived as a weak individual. After a long time, I come to the conclusion that sensitivity is my power, which I try to suppress so as not to stand out from the world around me. Is gentleness a weakness, a curse, or an asset? Why are we afraid of gentleness? I would like to try to answer the questions I have posed by presenting the exhibition "La finesse", which consists of paintings,…