MARC SCHEFFER / PAINTS Oils on canvas

Far from the Big Apple, in the middle of the French countryside, the light of a frosty evening pours on a field of snow. Gnarled, twisted trees gesticulate in the cold. Earlier or later, in spring, along the Clain in Poitou, a cliff imposes its structure. Sensual and abstract shapes glide over the water ...

Elsewhere again, anywhere, stones, water, mineral motifs ...

From skyscrapers irradiating the New York night to the intricate design of a tree or a rock, the creation is there. She is waiting. She is waiting for all who are ready to pick her ...