Léopold Rabus leads us through his own personal universe, often rustic though never idyllic : here is painting whose reality is confronted by the interpretation it elicits. A non-existent world but one, nevertheless, we feel to have caught a glimpse of. The work is powerful and disturbing, often tinted with a humour that be taken as black. Subjects approached with grace, but without beating about the bush. A gesture in perpetual motion, even when it's static