Pierre Charras keeps from pain, the intensity of the approach of death, the start of life which it causes... fulgurance and beauty. Francis, tests the force of the "large nuancier of the pain", where the red of the blood of butchery prevails, to nausea. And because painting is a recall with oneself, the colors of Bacon awake the pains of Francis. This account shingling and bloody connects scenes which have the power of the uppercuts. The writing has the dashes of a beating. One leaves this book, dazed and happy.

Tsunami? to attend the ultimate one, one cannot speak any more, one cannot... and yet this day occurred, only one day that is all. Nonsense, obscure immersion, tragic disproportion... Now, what to think of painting, of life... of these infinite floods, this sea foams and the lightning, of this nothingness... Death kisses indifferently all these lost beings, burst alive against the world... whereas indifferent and amnesic we went from one event to the other.