Henri Lamy mixes painting and capoeira to create art

French artist Henri Lamy loves two things: painting and capoeira. Last week, the figurative painter from Lyon and his half-Filipina girlfriend, Maia d'Aboville, dazzled visitors inside the Museo Pambata in Manila as they created mesmerizing art pieces using acrylic paint while performing the Brazilian martial art.

Henri is a fan of Jackson Pollock's drip paintings, a technique that consists in dropping paint, or even throwing it from the pallet knife straight to the canvas. His portraits appear to be more abstract at close range but becomes more figurative when viewed from a distance. He has had exhibitions in Lyon, Aix en Provence, Paris, Nanjing, Beijing, Manila, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Geneva, Beirut and Bangkok.

The Motions and Emotions exhibit is happening now until March 6, and part of the proceeds from the sale of Henri's paintings will go to non-profit organizations that will help underprivileged and homeless children in the Philippines. On display are his drip paintings and palette knife artworks, as well as other pieces including those that are Philippine-inspired.

Watch Henri in action:

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