Even if, sometimes, I could be one of them, I’ve always detested the cocky arrogant bastards. How can be someone so sure of anything? Having – or just showing – no doubt about him or herself?
I’m pretty sure there is SOMETHING in me there isn’t in everybody, something original, maybe. Not good, not bad, just different… And this something did manifested, for me, in my drawings and paintings. (No novel written yet…)
But from this, to be cocky sure I am a genius… well, I don’t think I’ve made that step. Instead, some are doing it and some others are believing it… Maybe all it takes is this un shattered belief? I know that Vincent Van Gogh was not one of those cocky bastards. He never claimed – as far as I know – genius as being his. He even wrote Aurier, after the publishing of his essay on Van Gogh, and told him that maybe Gauguin and others had more merits than himself. He was truly and sincerely modest. Well, for me, it isn’t exactly «modesty» to compare myself with Van Gogh but I’m almost sure he would not have minded…
Anyway, here are two 2006 paintings: one is a simile-self-portrait (under the form of a Mustachioed Dracula) and the other is one of the 3-4 studies of Irises I did (in a way, trying to see what I can do with them, after Vincent…)