I painted a series of « nymphea noir » inspired by the novel of Michel Bussi. But that book drove me also to paint a series of kisses. This is the first one. The kiss born out of a flower.
J’ai peint une série de « nymphea noir » inspiré du roman de Michel Bussi. Mais ce livre m’a aussi poussée à peindre une série de baisers. Le premier « un baiser né d’une fleur.
Mixed media 30 cmx30cm – Octobre 2014
Shadow had done three years in prison and nobody knew it. Shadow was a painter. Shadow was famous. Shadow was beautiful. Shadow was nice. Shadow had a lover. Shadow had friends. Shadow had everything.
Shadow had done three years in prison in an absolute silence. Nobody had heard of it. The suffering was so violent that she could find no words to describe it. The grip of anguish was so tight that it strangled her tears.
Shadow had done three years in prison and now she had lost all hope of getting out. Only death could free her.
But before finding a way to die, she had to dress herself for the party, put on some make-up and wait for her lover to come and take her to their friend’s house.
Shadow was in the car. The car was speeding on the highway. Shadow was chatting with her lover. Their conversation was light and lively. Shadow was a master in the art of hiding the black shadows darkening her soul.
Shadow’s lover looked at her. She was so beautiful, so gifted, so nice. He was a simple mortal in love with a deity. Shadow would wake up one day and realize. The worm and the star. Their story would end there.
Suddenly the car skidded. Oil had been spilt on the asphalt. The car hurt violently the crash barrier. A burst of sparks. The car glided out of control, skipped the other vehicles by miracle. The car now slowing down on the hard shoulder and coming to a stop. The astonishing quietness falling on them.
Shadow turned to her lover and, with a smile that made her look like Mona Lisa, Shadow said :
Written in sept 2011, prompt by Nina Pelletier was the seven first words. The story is inspired by an anecdote lived by a friend, how he cured a girl from her dramatic heartache in an instant.
La Seine, zinc roofs, miss Eiffel, Haussmann, Mimi Pinson and la Bohême, Notre-Dame…
Purple ink raingng, tracks of
A poet’s sorrow
20cmx20cm #collage #calligrahy #acrylicds #print #acrylicpainting
I have done many versions of Eugene’s eye
This #painting has been a true obsession for the last 2 months. All the first versions have been garbaged. It has been very tough to achieve a sufficient result. Not really satisfying, just acceptable. But I was unable to drop the project.
Probably because I have been deeply moved and impressed by the life and work of Gabritchevsky.
#mixedmedia #painting #watercolor #graphite #haiku #calligraphy 30cm*30cm
Working on a series called the 7 wives of Bluebeard #Picasso. This is a variation around Picasso’s Arlequin and his partner : the ogre and the woman he is to devour.
Red for the muleta and that hidalgo’s lock, dark eye ad powerful nose…
Mixed media on cardboard. 50cmx50cm
Through useless waitings
Hours and friends gone and lost
The heart is melting
#mixedmedia #watercolor #collage #acrylics #painting #letraset #aquamarker
Back to the easel. Working on a series called the seven wives of Bluebeard Picasso. This is a variation around Picasso’s Arlequin and his partner. I realized I painted Picasso and the woman he is to devour.
The sun, a balloon
Two children in a garden
Markers, watercolor pens on Kraft paper 30cmx30cm