Le couchant

Benanteur's paintings are magical, poised between abstraction and figuration. Transparent, glowing with countless colours and always associated with a prismatic refinement, they recall, without ever actually showing them, Brittany's endless spaces, the sea and the seserts before which the painter dreamed throughout his Algerian youth. Poetry is a constant in this artist's noble and singular world, about which Youri wrote so tellingly: "magnificently aloof, far from groups and modish cliques, he invents his own space, creates his personal time"

From the Prologue, by Marc Hérissé p.9 translated by Ann Cremin in M. Hérissé, R.-J. Moulin, and B. Fabre , Benanteur: Peintures, Paris, 2005 p. 50.