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It all begins in the sketchbooks: lines that hesitate, curves that come back, page after page, until the form can stand on its own.
Reliefs · paper · pure pigments
Move the light
(01) — Manifesto
I cut the paper
, it hesitates, folds, then rises like a breath. With a brush , I lay the pigment down, layer after layer, until the colour turns to velvet. And when the light comes in
, the shadows write what I never planned. I am searching for something without always knowing what. Sometimes, the work finds me.
(02) — Overview
Blue, red, yellow, black, white. Each series asks the same question: what becomes of a colour when it leaves the surface and takes on relief?
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(03) — Who is René
I was born in Lyon in 1964. Today I live in Nice, in a studio where the sea comes in through the window. I taught myself, for a long time, until Henri Baviera handed me printmaking the way you hand someone a key. It has stayed with me since 1999, and earned me a few prizes, in Château-Arnoux in 2002 and in Bergamo in 2005.
From printmaking I kept a taste for paper, the memory of the imprint, the weight of the press. My reliefs carry it further: I cut mould-made paper, I layer it, I emboss it, then I brush on pure pigment, layer after layer, until the paper remembers.
Blue always comes back, like a mother tongue. Red, yellow, black and white answer it. And every day, the same thing surprises me: the work changes with the light.
(03) — Exhibitions & awards
(04) — How René works
Nice. A window open onto the Mediterranean, a long table, mould-made paper, jars of pigment.
Everything begins here, by hand, at the pace of the light.




Bare colour, no binder, no varnish.
A dust of colour, taken by the handful, laid down layer after layer.
A deep, matte surface that drinks the light.
Light sculpts the relief, hour after hour.
(04) — The material01 / 04
It all begins in the sketchbooks: lines that hesitate, curves that come back, page after page, until the form can stand on its own.
With blade and ruler, the paper is sliced into strips, arcs and planes. Each cut prepares a shadow to come.
Pure pigment is laid on with a brush, layer after layer. No paint: the colour keeps its grain, its velvet depth.
A legacy of printmaking: under the press, the damp paper takes the shape of the plate. The roller passes, and the form settles into the fibre like a memory.
The sheet is lifted. The relief appears, white on white, like a breath. The light will do the rest.





(05) — The colours
A selection of reliefs, from blue to white. As you move on, the background takes on the colour you are passing through.
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(06) — Prints
Before pigment, there was printmaking. What remains are these white sheets, without ink: the paper is cut, pressed, lifted. A line sinks in, a form rises, and the shadow does the drawing.
Each print is pulled in a small edition and signed in pencil.


