Gay Paris

I have a dream, that one day on the red grey hills of Paris I'll be showing you what you've never seen ;-)

I've dreamt I was getting a most exciting job (lol and I mean it): showing Paris to innocent eyes... Being a tour guide! haha!

I wanna do that, really really. I love so much my city and enjoy so much the company of * visitors * that I think I am made for this job (and a few hundred other ones actually). I'll be talking all the time, showing off my knowledge, making bad jokes, teasing the curiosity of people around. Yes that fits!

and here's my master, master!

Candles letter to Santa Honey

Well actually I wish only three things (yeah I know that's a lot already) :

colours back on my cheecks,

 sparkles back in the eyes,

And a year without bad news in the mailbox

(look at that lion cat!)

Girlie letter to Santa Baby

That would be perfect!

New tats on the arms,

boots (but i'd have these in black)

and a big bottle of that paradise perfume!

Love Potion

I've finished that painting a few hours before the varnishing. Pheww! Just in time! I've never worked so much, night and day, than in the past weeks. Crazy. You would "know" if you saw my face.

About Love Potion... I need someone to buy it very quickly because it's too big to keep it in my tiny flat lol!

I've got some people interested in it, wanting to reserve it for when they get the money... huhu.
It's not THAT expensive (shrugging)!

Well ok, it is but I used my sweat and blood and life potion (huhu) to make it! :)

Now's the time to be alive ?

that's what the pretty girl with a pretty voice advices, huh... not sure i'm ready for that at all, but working hard on it : )



(love the musicians too! :P)

13cm of happiness

oh nonono I'm not talking of what you think!
Got the visit of a Santa Claus not long ago, a santa who knew what would bring me lil happiness.

It worked : ))

 (and don't tell me my photo montage is supa kitsch :P)

Southern blues for a northern soul (mine!)

Nirvana's cover of it is truly good,  but this one is a fine change. It's a song I'd love to sing (if I had the voice, that is lol)... I'd adapt the lyrics as they all did : )

Same mama, same devils ..

Lately, I often tell the devils one day they'll be super proud of their mom...
One day, I'll take them with me to show my paintings in New York and Tokyo (my two main targets! lol).

They always answer "but mom, we're already super proud! "

aww...

Talking of art, Lola is developing a taste for acrylics! She has already a very personal way to use colours and paint!

As for Loup, he a taste for collages ! ... it's very funny, he gotta think a lot before associating "papers". That's very interesting, I must show you his work. I'll add a pic later.

Let's make this happen

Gene Kelly, Lola's new hero

My devils keep surprising me... Loup starting with modern dance and Lola wanting to start with tap-dancing.
Tap-dancing... I had to explain her really what it was.
And show her.
When she discovered Singing in the rain earlier tonight (and for the first time in her life,) she said she absolutely, totally wanted to sing in the rain the way he did !


(haha yeah!!! Gene rocks! I'm totally supportive again :P)



** happy sigh **

Libertaire, libertin, libre, libéré... libre (de créer!), oh oui !

haha I did not see that coming (I got your comment Mahie and suddenly realized my post could bring some stress!)... I just did (again) my (lost) illustration about liberty for someone.

And I was looking at it, thinking hard...  thought that it symbolized pretty much what I was... what I am.

Simply someone making of freedom much more than a priority, making of it a goal, a graal, a way to look at life ... and I want as much as I can to help my devils to be free beings. Thinking their own way, making their own choices, defending their dreams.

Desire

In my quite fascinating book about  Adolph H. the author mentions a most logical theory that I had never thought about really.
That sucks, I'm really not blond, yet... I simply do not take the time to * think * really. lol (now that sounds very blondish!)

Anyway, the author says somewhere that you desire something that you don't have, that you miss.

Missing, not possessing feed the desire.

But hey, of course that's not stupid... I really want the strawberry pie I don't have right now.
The perfect red wine? no thanks, I've got it for two hours now.

Poor rich men that have already everything!

That's a scary theory... Can't you desire what you have then? You can appreciate what you have but... desire it? Deep inside, is it possible?

(right now I desire classic powerful music, not Wagner (!), something that could take me SO high)

Dr Candy & Mrs Candles ?

I'm gonna do that. I've been thinking about it since 2 days, since I talked with him and seing my frustration, he adviced me to create my hidden gallery.

What sells the most are on one side my collages (which is very reassuring, I can express myself so much through them), and my cute and adorable paintings. Innocent, a bit funny and just pretty paintings :) I like them, I paint them feeling light and detached. Like a bee around a flower.

But it's very frustrating. For real I don't feel this way all the time, not at all, of course. I need to express more, stuff I might not want to show or sell. Maybe ugly, plain, dark, pornographic or erotic. Maybe Beauty, but not in the cute way.

I will paint sorrow and pleasure with no limits, free from the others' eyes.
I have no idea. I just know I'm taking all my painting stuff to Bretonie to explore that field.

That hidden gallery, these paintings I might not show to anyone, they will bring the balance I need for the rest of my work.
Does that mean any sense to you?
It's very exciting. I have no idea where I'm going with that. A foot on a new planet.

Glam, offbeat .... and a candy for the ears!

Yes I wanted a cigarette the other day.

I was craving a cigarette really. 10 years later (after I stopped), I still feel the desire. Desire, I'll come back to that topic later.

Once I managed to get rid of the cigarette fever... there came that song! haha! Can't get rid of it! Fuck! That's so vicious! :P

I get the song in mind now, as much as the cigarette! ...  merci Guy-Bernard , you've been totally inspired, as usual !

The Gardener's rituals

... is the title of my next paintings series.

Nothing's done yet, but the idea is there.

The title almost guides my pencil and brush.

And it often works this way. I get ideas, sources of inspiration, and suddenly a title come to my mind that will guide my work, give a meaning to it.

There's a lot of construction in the process, but the title is like  the original seed. I find that strange when I think of it. Maybe the visual comes after the meaning, to me. Dunno.
 
The painting will fit the title and not the opposite way to me.

How does it work for other painters, for musicians, for photographers? I wonder.

Differently for sure.

Secret agent X

Loup has a new passion, a new goal in life. Being a secret agent.
He has never heard of James Bond though.
.
I think he has never seen what a secret agent was really... But the title is quite exciting for him I think.

Before he wanted to be a knight. But that involved war, or so he realized. Hm. Being a knight sounded ok but being part of a bloody war, nope.

He decided then to be a secret agent and calls it his new passion :))

Earlier, we went out to find a hat (too much sun lately). And he exulted, found THE hat he wanted and THE tie he thought perfect for a secret agent. I did not resist of course.

Summer trip

I want it to be exotic, erotic, lazy and busy.

I want hot yellows and reds, I want cooler twilight blues.

I want sand in my shoes, monoï oil on my skin.

Crazy cowgirls vs floating cowboys

vs


Drugstore Cowboy par YopEater

(I'm having a little thing with Gus Van Sant at the moment. I had never seen these two. Really loved them. Crazy ones!)

PS: "Even cowgirls get the blues" ... such a good title!!!

I'm looking for you

your heat
your sweat
your hopes
your sand
your promises
... your mirages.

Summertime, where are you hiding?

I want to walk in slow motion, to feel the wetness on my skin, to dream of ice cubes as I dream of chocolates.

And now this is my favourite one. (Oh forget about the Janis Joplin one, I can't stand it...)

Some things that you find

are beyond your control

Like... there's thunder, it's raining, I'm just back in Paris. It's hot. My imagination wanders through the rain drops. Beyond my control.



I love you and you're beautiful.

And I love that song : )