The book “TELLA a witness with the acute eye” is available by following this link.

Like Don Quixote, Tella sees his visions sharper than reality. He’s gentle and confident at times when he’s not charging on Rossinante. He looks for windmills and giants to fight and he finds them, as his wrinkled forehead shows.

Like Charlot, Tella flies through The City, Dandy in his own way, despite his work. He looks at the joys and the tears. He cherishes lovers, justice, the little ones. He doesn’t have a flexible cane or a duck walk, but he has the same velvet apple. The fantastic is natural to him and he draws, like Edgar Poe, severe consequences. His houses stretch high like El Greco’s nudes and he is as cruel as Goya. A vision fades and matures in him. One day a lightning illuminates his future canvas. Everything in him is collected and wants to make it as it is, without technique, without mastery, as he himself says. So he tenses up and makes up something for himself instead. This something is his art.

Henri-Pierre Roché
(La Parisienne 02-1955)