Renaud Marchand

I once studied to become a mechanics engineer, then gave-up upon realizing that it meant I would be an employee all my life.

So I turned into a journalist, then a commercial photographer, a designer, an ad and TV-commercial producer, an editor, a restaurateur, a real-estate developer…

I was always creative in my endowments, but I spent most of my time avoiding what I didn’t want to admit: that I am truly an artist. Big, scary word.

I try to cope with it now, and I am never so happy as when I am creating art. It often looks polished and clean, but it is however an art coming from deep inside, against all logics and sometimes despite my own will. Like the Love-Hate series I am still working on ten years after divorce, or the ironical Fuckin Money series that came upon recent near-bankrupcy and sorrow from feeling betrayed.

So, here it is, a least a part of it. Enjoy it… or not, according to your own taste.