I can’t find as much information as I’d like on Michel Henricot, so I’ll just marvel at a few of his paintings for a while.

Henricot has a talent for musculature and anatomy, veiled by translucent skin and hazy lighting. This is not the stark work of textbooks. Nor is it merely the fantastical work of a gifted surrealist.

His work dances between the technical and the mystical until vastly divergent styles can no longer be separated. Henricot’s imagination is endowed with precision of form and function.

Here is a decent size gallery. So lovely…




































