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jeudi 9 juillet 2009

Eglantier




I have nothing left,
even words fly away,
with friend like this
I don't need enemies,
how many think of this
kind of confidence
and after all,
perhaps
we don't need it at all;
to live
just leave
and leave it at all.

samedi 2 mai 2009

abstract blue


I think about it and all my dreams and imagination,
all That I can see,
cover layer by layer
This Reality
until It became an abstract
Blue Pattern
bleeding what is real in it.

jeudi 30 avril 2009

haw can you love us with that infinite love?!

I can't breath,
Noises under my windows
and today they are nothing,
I am just floating and
just hoping to pass ... away

Sorry to say but nobody exist
to me anyway,

I realize that you have to be
a stranger from another century
to make me dream,

too far away I can more easily
imagine a kind and sincere friend.

How beautiful lights and
how mysterious shadows,
how soft your voice when you are not in the sorrow,

did I saw you once ?
Yes, indeed

People dream about you but they don't know you,

as one dream about driving at
five years old,
which look just surreal,

I dream about floating in the universe,
comfortably installed in a dream
and a 360° vision,
stars and galaxies are not the same,
I see you better in that invisible way.

Words come from You,
through me,

I didn't hiden the light
but is of a Babylon sight that
they are delight,

I couldn't fight with the shadows night,
I just see You and the time is suspended
until all this noise will cover totaly my mind
and after that,
back to the beginning,

haw can you love us with that infinite love?!!


samedi 4 avril 2009

modern mermaid♪♫

A second version with few notes from Mozart,
sorry for the end clash and "mermaide" is a lapsus but perhaps well at his place.



Modern mermaid

This is my first video done in
Painter 11,
all the procedure take me about two hours,
it was for me the occasion to descover the new
fonctionalities of Painter 11,
I am sure that great things can be done
whith it,
in perhaps a little more time .

jeudi 5 mars 2009

The Harp


The Harp

I lay my harp on the curved table,
Sitting there idly, filled only with emotions.
Why should I truble to play ?
A breeze will come and sweep the strings.

by Po Chu-I

dimanche 25 janvier 2009

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


Women,children,men:

into cherry bloom they push -

from bloom come out again.

CHORA

Summer voices




So soon to die,

and no sign of it is showing-

locust cry.

jeudi 15 janvier 2009

sketch - taking flight


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

dimanche 14 décembre 2008

You, oh Christ, are the Kingdom of Heaven


You, oh Christ, are the Kingdom of Heaven

by St. Symeon the New Theologian

You, oh Christ, are the Kingdom of Heaven;
You, the land promised to the gentle;
You the grazing lands of paradise;
You, the hall of the celestial banquet;
You, the ineffable marriage chamber;
You the table set for all,
You the bread of life;
You, the unheard of drink;
You, both the urn for the water
and the life-giving water;
You, moreover, the inextinguishable lamp
for each one of the saints;
You, the garment and the crown
and the one who distributes crowns;
You, the joy and the rest;
You, the delight and glory;
You the gaiety;
You, the mirth;
and Your grace, grace of the Spirit of all sanctity,
will shine like the sun in all the saints;
and You, inaccessible sun,
will shine in their midst
and all will shine brightly,
to the degree of their faith,
their asceticism,
their hope
and their love,
their purification
and their illumination
by Your Spirit.

English version by
George A. Maloney, S.J.


samedi 13 décembre 2008

Rose de Noël_hellebore


Sometime words can grow stranges flowers.






















Becoming invisible and suddenly appearing


by Symeon the New Theologian



I DIDN'T know yet, my Lord, that you exist, you who made me from clay and gave me all these goods. I didn’t know yet, that you yourself was my un-proud God and Lord. Because I had not received yet the grace to hear your voice in order to know you; you had not yet come and said mystically to me that ‘I am’. I was unworthy and unclean, still having the ears of my soul obstructed by the clay of sin, and my eyes under the command of disbelief and of the sense and fog of the passions. And I was seeing thus you my God, but without knowing, not having first believed that God, as much as possible being seen, he is being seen by some, I could not discern that God or God’s glory is this, which, sometimes thus, sometimes otherwise, is revealed, but the miracle being unusual astonished me and filled the whole of my soul and of my heart with joy, so that I was seeing even my very body partake of that ineffable grace. But I didn’t know yet clearly who you are, whom I was seeing.
I started to see more often the light, sometimes inside, when my soul enjoyed serenity and peace, sometimes outside somewhere far away appeared to me or it was wholly hiding itself and hidden it was bringing sadness unbearable to me, because I was thinking it will no more in any way be revealed. And while I was mourning and weeping and showing all kinds of strangeness, obedience and humility, it was revealing itself upon me just like the sun, that cuts the fatness of the cloud and little by little appears friendly in the shape of a sphere.
This way then you, the ineffable, the invisible, the untouchable, the immovable, the everywhere forever and in everything present and filling everything, at all times, to say so, in day and night being seen and hidden, going away and coming, becoming invisible and suddenly appearing, little by little you drove away the darkness inside me, you drove away the cloud, you made thinner my fatness, the dirt of my spiritual eyes you cleaned perfectly, removed the obstacles from the ears of my mind and you opened them, you surrounded and removed the covering of insensitivity, and besides these, all passion and all carnal pleasure you drove to perfect sleep and perfectly you exiled it away from me. ...
These are God’s wonders towards us, brothers! And while we are elevated to a greater perfection, no more like before without shape or form the shapeless and formless comes, or the presence and arrival of His light in silence works in us - but how? In some form, yet God’s form. God is revealed not in a shape or outline, but in incomprehensible, wonderful and formless light formed is revealed simple - nothing more can we say or express - , He starts to be revealed clearly and to be known in a great familiarity and to be seen much clearly, the invisible, invisibly speaks and hears and, as if a friend to a friend, face to face, who is by his nature the God speaks with them who have been born from Him by grace Gods, and as a father loves and by his sons He is loved in a great warmth and He becomes for them a strange vision and a more terrific sound, without being able either to be spoken by them worthily, or to be neglected, covered in silence. Because by the yearning for Him they always are lit up and mystically by Him resound.
Christ does not bless those who just teach, but those who have already worked His commands and received the Grace to see above and look in themselves the Light and the Thunders of the Spirit, thus having understood in a real vision, knowledge and energy of the Light, all that are going also to say and teach to the others. This is how, as we said, must rise those who try to teach others, so that they won’t talk about things they don’t know, deceiving and dooming themselves and those who believe their words.
Who is blind to the One, is completely blind to all. Who sees the One, has vision of all - and at any rate is removed from their vision, and in the vision of all becomes, and outside of all he is. Inside the One he sees everything, and while being in everything nothing of any thing does he see.

Whoever sees in the One through the One, sees clearly himself and all men and all things, and hidden inside the One, he doesn't see anything of any thing.

Who has not worn the Image of our Lord Jesus Christ, the heavenly man and God, inside his mind and spiritual man, sensing well and knowing Him, is just blood so far and flesh, the sense of spiritual glory unable by words to receive, just as who are born blind, unable are to know the light of the sun by words alone.

Practical and Theological Chapters 4 & 51-53

samedi 6 décembre 2008

On his move


Just a moment
I am a bird
I have to fly high in the sky
This is my rock.

vendredi 5 décembre 2008

Sleeping birds


On a branch, all the family is sleeping.

dimanche 23 novembre 2008

Marine


An imaginary seascape done in ArtRage this morning.

vendredi 21 novembre 2008

Lemon



I find a lemon in my freezer who wait from longtime for attention,
he was so perfect when dry that I take a photo and did a painting after it this afternoon.
I used Painter and finished it in ArtRage.

jeudi 20 novembre 2008

Island


An imaginary island, the short exercise of about one hour,
using textures, the oil brush and pastels.

vendredi 14 novembre 2008

Self-portrait


First experiment with FaceGen ( www.FaceGen.com ),
an very old photo bw, it don't look so much like me but is just
a portrait, I finished it with artrage.

Splashes





Tryings with impasto oil (the tubes),
brush size: 500 and under,
transforming layers one after the other.