Léandre Veyrac
She came to the museum a rainy day. I saw her, planted in front of a painting of Delacroix, upset. She didn't speak, but her eyes shouted. So I followed it. First out of curiosity. Then by obsession. She is a journalist. Independent. She is investigating a series of murders that the press calls red paintings . She doesn't know yet ... that all paths ...
About Léandre Veyrac
She came to the museum a rainy day. I saw her, planted in front of a painting of Delacroix, upset. She didn't speak, but her eyes shouted. So I followed it. First out of curiosity. Then by obsession. She is a journalist. Independent. She is investigating a series of murders that the press calls red paintings . She doesn't know yet ... that all p...Read more