Loaves, crusts, crumbs, loaves of marine clay and gold on canvas 50×50 cm
Proceeding The choice of acting on bread was very painful for the education I received from my grandmother to save any crumbs of bread. The gesture to paint in gold the loaves and each crumb was an exercice on light. Some crumbs of bread are charred others not, but all, those of clay included, are gilded by sunlight. Each crumb is as golden as the whole bread of which it is a part, but in this way itself becomes an entire too.
The mother-grain lies below crumbs, invisible like a magnet G.H.
