Happy mother's day !

"They did not know it was impossible, so they did it". 
Mark Twain.

After six years of being with us, 

this little cactus is making buds... 

Waiting patiently for the flowers to bloom.

ONE

First panel of the triptych ONE
60 X 24 cm

Un p'tit air de printemps... ?

Work in progress

A fragment of the first part of a triptych to come :

What if...

...
I said that
I didn't do that
I stood there
I didn't run away
I went right
I didn't turn left
I held back
I didn't scream
I sat down
I didn't lose control
I played less
I slept more
Oh hell !
What does it matter ?
If I did anything differently, 
I wouldn't be right here right now.
So let me grateful and thankful for everything I have 
And for everything I am
And maybe even more indebted for everything I don't have 
And for everything I am not
Cos' I wouldn't change the slightest damn thing...
For all the gold and the diamonds of the Universe.

So, yeah ! Thank you for letting me be myself...

Ode pour Gaïa II

Collage, Mai 2015.

Bleus, verts, jaunes...

La tribu des p'tits poilus dans l'ombre de la misère

Ode pour Gaïa

Collage Mai 2015

Enchevêtrement...

... D'ombre et de lumière

Wild Pixie triptych

Red Roses

Sur le chemin

J'ai cueilli des roses

Rouges comme la sève

Qui s'écoule 

Imperturbablement

À l'intérieur de mes veines

Bleues comme le ciel

Aujourd'hui


 

A not so ordinary day

Spread those wings

Blooming...

Mystic song..

« Are you looking for me? 
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas, 
not in Indian shrine rooms, 
nor in synagogues, 
nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, 
nor kirtans, 
not in legs winding around your own neck, 
nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, 
you will see me instantly —
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? 
He is the breath inside the breath. » 
  Kabir

Calligraphie de l'eau IV