Expo 2022 There is a particular kind of fear that many artists know. It is not the fear of the blank canvas. That one I have made peace with over the years, since when inspiration is away, I watch TV while waiting for its return. What I want to talk about is the fear of opening a venue's doors, hanging your work on the walls, and standing beside it while strangers decide what they think of it and of you. A solo exhibition is exactly that. It is one of the most frightening thi

My studio in Curepipe, Mauritius There is a particular silence in the studio after I finish a painting. For a moment, I see only what is in front of me; the colours, the dark little marks, the patterns I have spent more than twenty years learning to make. And then another voice arrives, quieter and colder than the first. "This is not real art", it says. "You are not a real artist. There is an impostor in my studio, and this is a well-known syndrome! One day, someone will sta

A friendly dodo I have always been fascinated by religions and beliefs, yet I have never been entirely able to define what my own beliefs truly are. Even when I search deep within myself, the answer remains elusive, slipping away just as I think I've grasped it. I am not a religious person in the conventional sense, yet I speak to God every single day in my mind and through my art. The God I address belongs to no specific religion but exists simultaneously in all of them and

"La diligence s'éloigne à l'aube" - 2025 Stripes, circles, triangles — a visual language made of textures People have often asked why I use such dense patterns and textures throughout my paintings. The answer reflects how patterns express the essence of my artistic vision, and there are several reasons for this. If you look at any of my paintings, you won't find much empty surface or plain backgrounds. The sky is never simply blue; it is often composed of concentric circles

Dodos at the mouth of Ruisseau du Pouce - 2024 There is a creature that has lived in my studio for over twenty years. It has never made a sound. It has waddled across rivers, hidden in jungles, stood at the foot of mountains, and crossed a river in the manner of four famous musicians on a London street. It has nested, wandered, raised its young, and gone about its life with the unhurried confidence of something that has never been told it should not exist. The dodo, of course

There is a romantic idea that talent alone is what makes an artist. That some people are simply “gifted,” and that this gift naturally leads to meaningful, lasting work. It is a comforting belief but it is also misleading. Talent may open a door, but it is consistency that allows an artist to walk through it, again and again, over a lifetime. The reality is simple: without consistency, talent fades into intention. Ideas remain unfinished. Styles remain undeveloped. And potent