"two eyes (always), a nose (sometimes), a mouth (often) and a few scattered features (more like scratches, bites, scrapes). and that's enough to animate a character. To give it body and life. One of these one of these characters (one might be tempted to say an ordinary person, but they are not so neutral, an individual, but they are not civil servants, a good-natured person, a man, a woman, a man, a man, a man, a man. an individual, but they're not civil servants, a gentleman, but they're too nervous) dreams of revolution, another yells in the yellow another drowns in tender greens; they shut themselves away in their woodcuts, losing their footing as dancers, they become incarnate in their drawings. They are the cousins of the Shadoks lost in Dutch vanities. Pascal Dubar's papers (etched, photocopied, painted and bound) are peopled by the living dead peopled with the living dead, circus punks and guys who play jacks with their destiny. They will end up if they continue to want to kill their idols and clash with the maréchaussée, the guardians of straight lines and temporal contrast. of straight lines and temperate contrasts of colour. Pascal dreams in black and white but he has the gift of being able to colour his nightmares to colour his nightmares, to set them to music in the small and large editions of his life made work. made into a work of art. Francois Liénard