Art is a f***ing joy for me!

We were a few friends, her, him, and also her, gathered in the studio of this great painter whose name I promised to keep secret and whose appearances I promised to hide in the video. There are art lovers among you who will recognise the works among which I am clowning around, and who will then know what a wonderful artist welcomed us that evening.

We talked at length about everything: life, exhibitions, the beauty of colours and dreams. We had a few drinks too. Above all, we laughed a lot.

The huge studio was filled with the joyful energy of this great painter who had done us the honour of inviting us into his lair.

I was like a child. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was experiencing one of those moments that I dream will happen again and again, as many times as possible in my life.

Joy was overflowing, pouring out of every pore.

And at one point, I couldn't contain it anymore, I stood up and...

This great painter passed away a few years ago. I think of him, his infinite kindness, his slightly theatrical gaze, his enormous talent.

I regret not having spent more time with him, chatting and having a few drinks. I would have learned so much.

But I made him laugh. That evening, he laughed at me clowning around in his studio surrounded by all his paintings. He laughed, I can still see him, I can still hear him, and it fills me with joy.

‘Wait until you see me fooling around in the clouds when I join you!’

Cultivate joy, my dear friends who read this little scribble. Dance, vibrate, intoxicate yourselves with love, friendship and everything you want. I wish you all the joy in the world, with all my heart.