bâton d'huile et feutre sur papier
novembre 2007
jeudi 1 novembre 2007
mercredi 31 octobre 2007
dimanche 28 octobre 2007
samedi 27 octobre 2007
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 19 octobre 2007
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
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...
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
dimanche 30 septembre 2007
samedi 29 septembre 2007
"l'attente"
acrylique et café sur toile ...
80/80cm
l'attente.... Mais laquelle, celle de la bétise.... oui je crois que je ne l'ai pas toujours attendue... elle m'a même souvent rattrapée...
L'attente, celle du bonheur...
L'attente d'évoluer , de progresser, de grandir aussi...
L'attente, mélange de café, de colle, d'épices ...
épurée...
"si tu manges une glace tu seras battue..."
acrylique et techniques mixtes sur toile 130/97 cm
2007
cette toile a été réalisée dans l'atelier roubaisien,rue de Chanzy...
un matin, sur France Inter, une voix qui me touche, une histoire incensée, entre le bruit des bols du petit déjeuner, et les pots de confiture à la groseille...Une histoire qui raconte que les femmes afghanes, n'ont pas le droit de manger une glace sinon elles seront battues....
En peignant cette toile j'ai voulu m'éloigner de mes petits problèmes existentiels... me tourner vers ailleurs...
C'est la seule toile que j'ai , à ce jour, peinte rue de Chanzy...D'autres sont en gestation.
mardi 25 septembre 2007
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