My mother, poet of light, traveler of spirit, finally expresses herself in the rainbow. Self-taught, sensitive, intuitive painter, she restrains herself then hides to emerge again and find her primary soul. Mauritania of the Sahel, Magreb of women, men, Bedouins from nowhere, markets in the Martinique, autumn in the Lot (France), she paints and draws before her eyes the harmonies that she shares with you.

His painting comes from the heart.

Contact: renee.teyssie@gmail.com