With this one major color, rich in all the others, Eric Pasture leads and tells his world, made up of momentum and restraint, shadows and clarity, impulses and rest.

When the external light is flush with these fields of painting, it differs into infinite shades that never tire of our gaze.

The colors are therefore not only the "exploits of light" as Goethe said: They are also the exploits of me. We use ourselves to adorn the world and we do it for us.

But the artist's work is not confined to this monochrome with hints of glowing lava: he also invents other grainy, scintillating, rough supports, synonymous with deep earth, samples of the cosmos. Summarized on the screen of his work, these ocher, black or milky windows bear witness to the entire universe.

Eric Pasture now allows himself a more playful abstraction made up of jets, flows, instantaneous projections, like an unapologetic Jackson Pollock.