Oil on canvas, 46×61 cm (18×24 inches), 2014
When I heard about the 9/11 I was reading The Sound and the Fury, strange coincidence. Reading Faulkner is a deep experience. It’s like trying to enter a forest surrounded by thick bushes. No path, no door. It’s when I accepted to get lost that suddenly the magic happened : I was under the sun of Mississipi in 1928. I am still haunted by the flow of multiple voices, feelings and emotions that Faulkner distills in his powerful images.