mardi 10 août 2021

August, days with no souvenirs

Emptiness , the ocean , an Island ,

 forget about all , what is real and what is not?



vendredi 9 avril 2021

Souvenirs from Giverny

Few Years ago I was very often to Giverny, close to Paris , taking Photos,exploring the landscapes.

For few months I lived in Giverny and paint a little bit.

Here are an oil painting done in the Monet Garden, in 2003  ,more or less impressionist style.

 


 

Trois Jeunes Hommes le 4Avril 2021



 Un jour de Pâques

jeudi 8 avril 2021

April 9 , 2021 _Traditional oils & changes

An Imaginary Landscape

 


 Remembers me Greece of old times.

 

 

Flowers 

 


A Traditional painting , digital transformation this days. 

mercredi 24 mars 2021

Emily Dickinson : I am Nobody ! Who are You ?

 

 

I'm Nobody! Who are you?     by Emily Dickinson 

 

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know!

How dreary - to be - Somebody!
How public - like a Frog -
To tell one's name - the livelong June -
To an admiring Bog! 

 

 


 

Emily Dickinson : Success

I try to make illustrations for some poems of Emily Dickinson,

maybe the image can bring to the lecture and to some actuality of the digital painting,

this is a modest try and beginning ....

Success (in Wordle)

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.

                             by Emily Dickinson

 

Ilustration by Daniela Ionesco

 

lundi 19 octobre 2020


I dream about better times ;

remember about people that are somewhere else and still here

with me,

about friendship and confidence.  

Cesare Pavese ; Passion for Solitude

 

CESARE PAVESE
Passion for Solitude

I’m eating a little supper by the bright window.
The room’s already dark, the sky’s starting to turn.
Outside my door, the quiet roads lead,
after a short walk, to open fields.
I’m eating, watching the sky—who knows
how many women are eating now. My body is calm:
labor dulls all the senses, and dulls women too.

Outside, after supper, the stars will come out to touch
the wide plain of the earth. The stars are alive,
but not worth these cherries, which I’m eating alone.
I look at the sky, know that lights already are shining
among rust-red roofs, noises of people beneath them.
A gulp of my drink, and my body can taste the life
of plants and of rivers. It feels detached from things.
A small dose of silence suffices, and everything’s still,
in its true place, just like my body is still.

All things become islands before my senses,
which accept them as a matter of course: a murmur of silence.
All things in this darkness—I can know all of them,
just as I know that blood flows in my veins.
The plain is a great flowing of water through plants,
a supper of all things. Each plant, and each stone,
lives motionlessly. I hear my food feeding my veins
with each living thing that this plain provides.

The night doesn’t matter. The square patch of sky
whispers all the loud noises to me, and a small star
struggles in emptiness, far from all foods,
from all houses, alien. It isn’t enough for itself,
it needs too many companions. Here in the dark, alone,
my body is calm, it feels it’s in charge.


I am all alone   _some illustration done recently ; 

for our times and for future silence  ;  I would like to work further on that illustrations.

Somehow, we will survive anyway.

dimanche 30 juin 2019

Blue Heart

I always liked mathematics and Art,
than, what I am doing now is a logical consequence to that kind of Love.


 

My Oil Paints Palette_Juin 2019

We all speak about ourselves in a way or in another,
"gnoti seauton" is to remember ;
but I know that when I can say well something about myself,
I may speak well about somebody else,
unknown, non yet born perhaps, maybe his mother is only a dream for the moment.

My Oil Paints Palette  ,
differ from  one painting to another, 
I can use different supports, different numbers of colors, different brands,
I like very much variety but the limits are very tight. 

I show to You an example of an extended  palette,
of cause , that don't means that I will use all in the same painting
but is important to have it ready for a dream to come;
when you dream you don't wake up to make your scrambled eggs, don't you ?







There are many strange things in the world that nobody can explain really ;

one thing, from the area where I was born come very ponderable people ,
slow but capable,
I was taken away from that city when I was less than 3y old,
still, I am like them, slow and with some good skills; at least I do believe that .

mercredi 22 mai 2019

me


Adevâr , Liberté , Love , Life .

Adevâr , Liberté , Love , Life a fractal work, must be seen closely,
that have nothing to do with the elections this days;
that have everything to do with life in general.

Books and books and books , try  Librarianchick

Voir = connaître

A composition with layers and layers realized  with ArtRage,
the base layer is an inspired and strange oil painting.

A tree in motion

A fractal tree, a " traditional " sketch and a modern result,
this was very easy to do ; the result is simple too.

Young girl

A very young girl, a traditional painting
and very colorful variations,
the past and present are they the same?
do we remain young in heart or only few of us do.

Hard Times

A fragment of a poem "Le Don" by IonPapuc , published in 1978 one year after I left the country . The translation in French is mine and the fractals of the composition too,
the text is visible in the original size. The poem of a philosopher and an entire philosophy
in a poem. 

Grand parents, Lily and me

I loved very much my grand parents , isn't that normal when they was the once
that care about me when child. 
Lily is in this picture handling me with fear and care,
she was there when I was baptized, 68 years ago this year, with approximation ;
I remember the remembering of the lights from a huge and high chandelier .

Lily

Lily (Elena) , my aunt 
, gone few month ago preceded my father (Constantin ) with less than a month,
still he was the oldest of the brotherhood.