Painting is a rite like any art. Painting is an obsession. Worst. Possession. Confrontation. Exorcism. Madness. Edouard Sacaillan has not ceased since his childhood to experience this impossible disorder, this constantly renewed stammering of the emergence of the artist in his time and of the artist with himself. How to represent the face? "How to represent especially the face of foreigners, of people that one does not know?" He keeps wondering.