In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell You write you own script

In a nutshell you write your own script.
This is a project very close to my heart and one busy simmering, maturing and elaborated to its last detail since about 2013.
The title says it all. The script on the nutshells were very carefully selected after long research. These came from very rare newspapers focusing on the positive changes in our environment.
The position of the nutshells represents life’s journey, each one’s path.
In the next posts you will get a chance at seeing the words close up. The last shell is about a seventy year old man climbing a mountain top.
The pieces on the sides are the unsuccessful scripts we have written and discarded as a writer does.
I am familiar with that concept… I have been writing since a young age.
(You can check my writing & poem category if you are interested).
We chose the music we play, the weather of the day, our kids schools and their success as a result of right choices made… You will all find it on this canvas.
The drip painting representing life’s force will always be faithful to the Jackson Pollock’s method that had and still has a tremendous influence on the works I display.
Note the half nutshell too… the close up of old, tired, tossed, undesired and repetitive scripts some whitened over…the (accidental) T shape.
You are the observer, free to use and enjoy the interpretation of your own experiences and perspective.

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In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

In a nutshell you write your own script

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My brother – So gentle Dec.2011 Poem with French original text

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This poem was written with rivers of love for my younger brother whom I discovered later, the strength of his soul.

My Brother
———-

Back turned
You watched nowhere
I heard a sob
Waking me with a start

I feigned sleep
My heart alert
Wishing to comfort
Not daring to admit

Desolate landscape
Décor effaced
All in you cried out
To regain your liberty

Moment of infinite tenderness
Parenthesis in my distress
I trampled your softness
Not thinking about your welfare
————-
Have I expiated my sin
With a rose, a thing?
No, It is with love
For my brother, I feel

Witness of a story
Of a derisory past
A long path
Cultivated by our means

Age, unveiled
The clarity, the truth
Of your soul, beauty
Was revealed to me

I felt beating in me
The rhythm of life
The tom-tom of joy
A window to the radiant

My brother is only sweetness
Artisan and author
Of an inner strength
Kindness, his motor
———–
I needed all these years
To find you, appreciate
To understand your value
Your personality in depth

Perhaps a rose,
Is after all just a thing
But I hold it out to you
In all friendship

As a peace offering 🙂

Mon frère n’est que douceur
————————

Le dos tourné
Nul part tu regardais
J’entendis un sanglot
Me réveillant en sursaut

Je feignis le sommeil
Mon cœur en éveil
Voulant te consoler
Mais n’osant te l’avouer

Paysage désolé
Au décor effacé
Tout en toi crier
Pour retrouver ta liberté

Moment d’infinie tendresse
Parenthèse dans ma détresse
Je piétinais ta douceur
Ne pensant à ton bonheur
———–
Ai-je expié mon péché
Avec une rose, une chose ?
Non, avec l’amour
Pour mon frère que j’éprouve

Témoin d’une histoire
D’un passé dérisoire
D’un long chemin
Cultivé par nos moyens

Avec l’âge, c’est dévoilé
Une clarté. La vérité
De ton âme, la beauté
M’a été révélé

Alors,
J’ai senti battre en moi
Le rythme de la vie,
Le tam-tam de la joie
Une fenêtre vers l’épanouis

Mon frère n’est que douceur
Artisan et auteur,
D’une force intérieure
La bonté son moteur

Il m’a fallu toutes ces années
Pour te retrouver, t’apprécier
Comprendre ta valeur
Ta personnalité en profondeur
————
Peut-être qu’une rose
N’est après tout, qu’une chose
Mais je te le tends en toute amitié

Comme offrande de paix 🙂