Oil on canvas, 46×61 cm (18×24 inches), 2014
I read Big Sur and On the road when I traveled in California. For the student of Marcel Proust and Balzac that I was, his spontaneous prose was a shock. An exotic literature which is an invitation to drive, lonely, in love, with Bob Dylan’s music in the ears. I wonder if the reason of his success in France is that his mother tongue was French.