lundi 22 octobre 2007

les couleurs du temps 20 et 21 octobre 2007






ateliers d'art plastique à la maison .... dans le cadre des "couleurs du temps"...

Quelques photos...

les couleurs du temps dimanche 20 octobre 2007






12 personnes ont participé aux ateliers que j'ai proposé gratuitement dans le cadre des "couleurs du temps"
10 personnes sont passés, ont échangé, bu un thé...

quelques photos...(d'autres photos sont sur le blog de "fil à livre")

vendredi 5 octobre 2007

atelier lilliputien


c'est ici , dans ce lieu intime et tout petit que je vous propose de venir échanger sur la peinture, le dessin , l'Art en général ....et les émotions que ça suscite...

...autour d'une tasse de thé ou de café...

ça se passe à mon domicile à Croix .

Pour participer à l'atelier , il faut réserver.

4 créneaux horaire sont proposés :

le samedi de 14h à 16h et de 16h à 18h

le dimanche de 14h à 16h et de 16h à 18h

C'est un moment riche et unique , une possibilité de se connaitre, de passer un bon moment.


jeudi 4 octobre 2007


nu au fusain
2001

"Nicole " par Raphaël

le Camion
2001
crayon sur papier

masque


collage sur papier

"masque"

2002

starry starry night

écoutez cette chanson en cliquant sur une des vidéos sur Vincent Van Gogh

Something you should know about Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Lyrics

Title: Don McLean - Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) lyrics

Artist: Don McLean

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

mardi 2 octobre 2007