I think of the pocket as an object that has accompanied people from long ago to this day. I want to convey the feel of the fabric; I put the emphasis on the weight that creates its folds, the heaviness of what is inside.
In the painting Poches IV we see only women with their apron pockets, and their hands. I wonder what secrets their pockets hide inside. We do not see their heads; here the pockets become more important. The folds of the fabric make me think of time and memory, as if I were painting a tired face, overloaded, like memories. Here I ask the question: what must the body carry, both physically and symbolically?
