{English follows} Le nom de mon œuvre "Fugace" est un terme utilisé pour faire référence à ce qui est éphémère, qui ne dure que très peu de temps. Parfois, il y a des choses que nous aimerions faire perdurer, mais qui malheureusement ne font que passer. C'est le cas pour ces magnifiques fleurs qui ornaient le cerisier de ma voisine. Cet arbre égayait le voisinage avec toutes ses couleurs rafraichissantes, et j'aurais bien aimer le contempler jour après jour. Malheureusement, l'espace d'une nuit orageuse, tout avait disparu. Ne reste plus que quelques souvenirs... ainsi qu'une peinture en son honneur! // Oeuvre originale sur toile galerie (épaisseur 1 1/2 pouce). Peinture scellée avec deux couches de vernis brillant anti UV. Contour extérieur peint en noir. Tableau muni d'un système d'accrochage, prêt à être fixé sur un mur. // In my neighborhood, in the spring, there is a tree that in my opinion surpasses all others in terms of presence and beauty. It is simply grand and majestic. When in bloom, this magnolia tree is bright and aromatic, filling the air with a sweet fragrance. Knowing that this spectacle for the eyes is however ephemeral, I went to see it daily, equipped with my camera, hoping day after day to witness this extraordinary bloom. I can't explain why, but this year, only a few timid flowers appeared. When I got home, accepting the situation, I looked up at my neighbor's tree, a cherry tree that has been encroaching on my driveway for a few years. There it was, in all its splendor, its elegant pink blossoms swaying in the wind, its foliage filtering the sun's gentle rays. I realized then that hoping too much for something else, I hadn't realized what I had right in front of me! Unfortunately, in the space of one stormy night, it was all but gone... a delicate pink lace covered my daughter's black car in the early morning, stripping this cherry tree of its most beautiful assets. There are sometimes things in life that we would like to keep for long periods of time, but unfortunately are only transient and momentary, seeming to slip through our fingers. By its definition of what is ephemeral, I find that the term "fleeting" represents perfectly what I wanted to express in my painting. To fully appreciate the present moment is also to marvel at all those little things that are just passing by, and that we can only keep with us as a memory... or as a painting!