After attending the Beaux Arts School of Bordeaux, A.Dionys continue his work in the same manner he had already embarked upon. A meticulous and learned exploration of a world of his own perhaps even yet unknown but intuited and felt in a never-ending fever. This world populated with immemorial tracks reveals however signs that can be traced to ancient Southeast Asian or Pre-Columbian manuscripts, places where he has never lived. A.Dionys, went to live in the alleged places of his inspiration to be closer to them spiritually.

A lonely and risky adventure yet magical as well, as it gave him the opportunity to cross a large part of Asia and Australia for several years. This solo journey of years where he lived for months in more of 30countries such as Myanmar, India,, Japan, Cambodia, South Korea orMalaysia, Qatar and other countries in which he has Infused himself with the local cultures.

There's no pre-established project, not a formal plan.But movement forward towards the unknown and that is given. The canvas is blank, white or black, inky like the night, like the silent boulder, walled in by its stony silence. It's a question of making progress in this night that he takes as his starting point. Then, the hand flies with the obsessive rhythm of mantras, delivering forms, domes and pyramids of upside down temples, doors, passageways and labyrinths. Gold, the ink very often used in the beginning, runs through the mazes of this mysterious geography.

We are in the ruins of Angkor or only in the meandering of dreams; we sneak through the golden vines or the surprise corridors and happen on the door of a forgotten temple.

Where does it go the inspired painting of A,Dionys? To what invisible world d o e s it lead u s ? Where does it flow the gold of his brush, pen or fingers? What beds are shaped by his flows in order to join the secret place of this world ?

One thinks in literature of the forced march in Myanmar or Cambodia of the young adventurer, he described by Malraux in "La Voie Royale", but also all the painters and calligraphers of a legendary Asia, who in the silence of their studios ornamented sacred books.

Yes, the same spiritual adventure, as what comes up from this golden night, into which A.Dionys delivers himself, is without a doubt a blind spiritual march, wandering and as a pilgrimage, that only hopes to Find.

This is why, when we contemplates one of his paintings, one thinks of a materialization. To a wave, dripping gold, a golden curtain embroidered with a thousand and one figures torn from buried secrets of centuries.