Ceci n'est pas la Clé (This is not the key), acrylic on canvas with scrap metal, 40 x 30.5 cm, 2022.
“Barbe Maïs a laissé ses popcorns à St François sans un sou ni indice”.
They said they found something, out of the ordinary, ancient and in the oblivion
They also said that it was the most famous, and it created great sensation
They gave the direction but never the destination
Maybe the spirit of the sea at Trou d‘Argent dispelled the dream in a swarm of krill
Or Maybe the dream was faked and full of scraps, since they knew the drill
And maybe they were already too late because they took the blue pill
The key that they lost in a field of gold is now history
the only things that remain are news that may no longer be crispy
We always need to hear both sides of the story
