Vincent Richeux

Baccalaureate. Preparatory classes. Business school. I was a good little soldier. A pure product of French education.

Intern. FIXED-TERM CONTRACT. PERMANENT CONTRACT. Spent five years of not much in the eyes of the big boss, with almost nothing in the wine industry. I was, for a time, a docile element in the service of the food industry.

So, at 27, I decided to fight my own battles. "Art is more important than life" said someone who was brighter than me.

On the morning of February 11, 2002 I gave my life a different colour. Here I am as a painter, investing my 6 square meter garage in the Hérault region. Far from my land in Gironde. "The self-taught school is the only one that will never close," a collector confided to me in the hollow of his ear one evening at the opening. I liked this image.

Long a victim of the usurper syndrome, it took me many years to find this famous "style" and believe in the value of my path. I hope I have succeeded today, but it's up to you to judge, isn't it?