dimanche 25 janvier 2009

Shakespeare & Co (Bookshop)

Shakespeare and Company first opened its doors in 1951,
is as old as I am
is my first favorite bookstore in Paris.


Wikipedia : Shakespeare and Company (bookshop), George Whitman

current (video by Brandon Kahn) : "Shakespeare Sleeps Here":
speaking :
Sylvia Whitman (Owner,Shakespeare and Company)

more about it :
Bookstore Guide: Shakespeare&Co,Paris

Flowers petals

Flowers petals

and poems manuscripts

vanish together.

The Short Night

Night that ends so soon:

in the ford there still remains

one silver of the moon.

The Flower-Viewing


into cherry bloom they push -

from bloom come out again.


Summer voices

So soon to die,

and no sign of it is showing-

locust cry.

lundi 19 janvier 2009

Butterflies & mimosas

Now all is quiet and serene,
The town is waking up and yet,
The call for butterflies expect,
Blue sky and flowers respect,
Still floating in the morning rain.

jeudi 15 janvier 2009

sketch - taking flight

A baby looking to a baby bird in flight,
a quick sketch done this morning.

mardi 13 janvier 2009

sketch - little red bird

English is my third language, for all those who read this blog: forgive me for the poor language and for the mistakes, I am learning and hope to be able soon to write it better.

This days I needed to read more and paint less, I don't want to see myself like an industrious painter, more as an inspired one.

First time that I do a sketch after a dream souvenir.
It was yesterday, after some lectures I had a dream, no doubt it was interesting but I don't remember much of it.
But strange, on the end of it I had a vision which was very present, real, more than real,
very simple, in a part of the dream space ,
suddenly I saw appearing a detail,
a very little red bird with the top of his head black and beautiful colors red orange the long of his wings and body,long dark bec,
he was sitting on a light yellow book like some old French editions
and with his white big eye was staring at me with attention.
What I find even more strange, I remember how in my dream I loved so much this little bird on his yellow book that I decided to look again and again at him, remember all the details and paint it when I wake up just for the remembering.
And I did wake up after that, I just verify if I remember all the details but the sketch, I did it this morning , is not a painting is a visual note.

Is very rare that I receive that kind of messages from nowhere;
that have no importance if is some kind of subliminal message
from my own brain or an apparition as I consider it;
here it is, simple sketch.

mardi 6 janvier 2009


My last painting with Art Rage;
I think that is not about how but what I get, I use textures with Art Rage, very often and I don't think that a digital art have to look identically to a traditional oil (or whatever) painting,
it have to express some thing, to have some beauty in it,to make you think, etc., some of that or all at once.
I call this one "dragonfly":

Happy New Year 2009

Ah, so difficult to say something after St Symeon; for me he give the key to how christians can arrive to understand and accept each others .
This misunderstanding between christians hurts me a lot, with the time I realise that the only thing that I can do is to take the distance from that fight which is not acceptable and not understandable when you know what christian is ment to be.
There are so many things to say about that, is not the place as the DSN is more for painting matter and dedicated to evry budy who can find an interest in it.

I would like to share :

a letter from Robert Genn " Laziness", I thank you for that and for all the beautiful letters to fellow artists.
There are a book also : "Love Letters to Art"

Art Rage can be used also for animation films and I like to share an animation movie,

How wings are attached to the Backs of Angels" by Craig Welsh
Craig Welch takes viewers inside a surreal, meticulously crafted world to meet a mysterious protagonist and his otherworldly visitor.

In this surreal exposition, we meet a man, obsessed with control. His intricate gadgets manipulate yet insulate, as his science dissects and reduces. How exactly are wings attached to the back of angels? In this invented world drained of emotion, where everything goes through the motions, he is brushed by indefinite longings. Whether he can transcend his obsessions and fears is the heart of the matter. A film without words.
Well, it can be a true story, a story about love, a story about woman artists, a story about life;I love Chopin.