Nice catch

2025
Oil on linen
19,7 x 19,7 in

Nice catch

[E.d. : It is a poem - French translated into English, which will therefore not have the same scope in a foreign language as in its original language]

She is really pretty, Emilie. Slender, fine and wise, the young girl crosses the jungle to get to the beach.
Fresh and bright in her taffeta dress, her earrings tinkle and mark her step.
The mosquitoes and spiders, a little subjugated, blink with all their eyes and watch her walk.
She blends into the soft vines and the caresses of the leaves, and her red bun bounces like a squirrel.
The day has been long, she has worked too much, she can't wait to join her friends to chill.
Enjoy the end of the day a little, the sunset on the last tide. Drink a few glasses, but not too late, while listening to a little guitar.

Schlak! Ouch!
An insect has just bitten her. She turns around, looks at her shoulder, lost.
In her beautiful white arm, a syringe is planted.
In the distance, a strange scarlet animal, lurking behind the palm trees.
But already seized by torpor, the delicate child loses her fervor.

Emilie, under chemical influence and subjected to the frivolous forest,
Victim of foolish promises and prey to fine words,
Your little sisters, hidden in the ficus trees, will avenge you for these customs.
No custom, no usage, will prevent you from being wise any more.

The animal with the gun that has stripped you of flesh and drunk you to the dregs,
The hunter who put you to sleep with his vicious perfidy,
We will make him know in turn,
The joy of being hunted and caught without detour.

We are here,
Hidden in the thickets,
Your hunted predator will end up impaled.