Delighted by the miracle of his progress, and inspired by Belgian surrealism, I felt the desire — and the need — to create a true tale in honor of my father.

Maurice is a little character trapped in his parallel universe, scattered with truths and delusions, forgetfulness and memories. I began to rationalize, reflect, restructure, draw, and illustrate this reality that I was gradually beginning to accept. I entered a process of digestion — and this time, of my own reconstruction: the desire to stage my father in order to express my perception of his reality and his inner world.
Like circuits of light, his thoughts form surprising new associations.

They challenge my own perception of reality. In the face of my father's altered and peculiar logic, I feel the same emotion as I do when I look at the works of Magritte: a fascination with the problematic, the unexpected, the mysterious. This tale does not aim to explain or understand the mystery, but to pay tribute to it.

Like metaphorical paintings, the tale dedicated to him unfolds in seven chapters. Each piece is a passageway — like a room in Maurice’s brain.
I explore, in a reasoned, figurative, thoughtful, and passionate way, the subject of my altered father and his spontaneous thoughts — sometimes brilliant and deeply meaningful, sometimes delusional and troubled.
There is a kind of need to pass things through a prism, to ground them, to observe them, to study them, to recreate them in images — and to make them eternal.
Eternally accepted.