FULLAS

“Arrrgggghhhhhhh” seems to be the most appropriate onomatopoeia to describe the feelings of viewers who are taken aback and bewildered by Fullas’ creations.
Forever frustrated by his inability to color within the lines and by a stubborn inability to draw a portrait that looks like anything other than Lucky Luke, Fullas takes intense revenge on the object at hand. He distorts, mixes, tears, burns, and assembles the unassemblable while listening to satanic songs (Carlos, Michel Sardou, etc.).
No particular method is developed, as his creations are as spontaneous as a newborn’s turd. He attacks and takes revenge on, among other things, innocent toys, turning them into disturbing objects.
So far, his works have aroused the curiosity and interest of psychotherapists more than adulation… But he doesn’t care and will continue to create like God Himself on the 8th day… Tired and slightly awkward!