We all hope good changes,
for our health and survival
and even some prosperity from time to time,
with different criteria, from our 21 century now.
We all hope good changes,
for our health and survival
and even some prosperity from time to time,
with different criteria, from our 21 century now.
Spring flowers in winter,
a bouquet changing in appearance from a traditional oil on canvas.
Digital Painting is a new era for artists.
and is a different world.
Changing a color and is a different atmosphere.
A reverie about far away landscapes.
We are all dreamers,
one day or another,
how wide the Universe is,
how far the closest star from the Sun,
how many lives to became a good human.
Under different circumstances we look different and even we are else.
I wonder why the past is still haunting my memory.
Happy New Year to everybody !
Our life is a travel in time and space,
time is different for one place or another,
from one person to the other,
from one planet to the other,
from one century to the other,
from one galaxy to the other,
from one empty space to the other ...
An old real clock in a shape of a boat,
a broken clock,
clay it broke,
a new life.
2022 soon !
We live hard times but we are still alive.
I am still in the color interest ;
just an old Pastel Picker for the souvenir or to use it eventually.
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.
An Imaginary Landscape
Flowers
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!
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 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