JACOB MON AMOUR, MIRIAM MA DOUCE!

Behind the laughter and the rhythm of the balafons, two souls slip away. Amid the dances and the village’s commotion, they retreat — not yet a couple, but already bound by gestures, by glances, by a quieter laugh. The world keeps vibrating, yet they invent a silence for two. This painting tells of love that rises gently: without demand, without confession, but with the quiet certainty of hearts beginning to recognise each other.