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Amazing Artist Steve Spazuk Paints with FIRE

I found this amazing artist by & was so impressed by his ingenuity that I felt it practically my duty to post it further.

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French Canadian artist Steve Spazuk is from Lery, Quebec. Here’s his bio from
For the past 14 years, Spazuk has developed and perfected a unique technique that allows him to use the flame of a candle or the flame of a torch as a pencil to create his paintings with trails of soot. Using various tools, he intuitively sculpt the plumes of soot left behind in response to the shapes that appear on the canvas.
Spontaneity and chance are the heart and soul of his creative process. He does not censor. He does not direct. Spazuk opens himself to the experience. This in-the-moment creative practice coupled with the fluidity of the soot, creates a torrent of images, shadows and light. Fueled by the quest of a perfect shape that has yet to materialize, he concentrate in a meditative act and surrender to capture the immediacy of the moment on canvas.
The human body fascinates him. Bodies in a perpetual metamorphosis are the language with which he express his thoughts on the human condition: emotions, opinions, stories that are born of his uncensored psyche. Spazuk often works piece by piece, collecting a multitude of unique elements that he assembles into mosaics. Entities that, once grouped together, afford a different meaning and provide a new perspective that is both novel and complementary. He sees fragments of things, events, people, as a powerful metaphor of modern life and, even more so, of the way we perceive things through our senses and our minds. His work expresses how every one of us is a constituent fragment of the human community.
Check out an interview with Steve Spazuk and more of his work here.
Be sure to check out his website and his gallery of portraits here: Steve Spazuk Portraits.

Published on Oct 27, 2014
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Temple Grandin – Thinking in Pictures

I don’t know why I didn’t think of posting before this brilliant excerpt of the film “Temple Grandin” which I was so impressed with. So, here it is!
It’s a story of victory… of a person turning their handicap to strength and soaring to heights very few achieve.
I couldn’t find the full film but I have found after much research this very high quality BBC documentary on T. Grandin’s life too.
Let me know if you were familiar with the film and your opinion on this documentary.

The Woman Who Thinks Like A Cow (Documentary)

Published on Jan 23, 2013
Dr Temple Grandin has a unique ability to understand the animal mind – and she’s convinced her skill is down to her autistic brain.

Temple believes she experiences life like an animal. Her emotions are much simpler than most people’s and she feels constantly anxious. It’s this struggle with overwhelming anxiety that led her to discover just how much she has in common with animals and, in particular, cows.

Using her ability to observe the world through an animal’s eye, she has been able to make an enormous impact on animal welfare. Her greatest achievement has been in the area of slaughterhouses – she has fundamentally changed the way animals are held and slaughtered.

Today she’s an associate professor of animal science, a best-selling author and the most famous autistic woman on the planet.
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Mylène Farmer – Pas Le Temps De Vivre (Live Mylenium Tour) With French and English translated Lyrics

Having had positive feedback from the Mylène Farmer’s previous video posted, I couldn’t resist
giving you this time round, my second favorite song of hers which she sings in one of her rare public
appearances in front of a devoted and delirious public.
I wish I could give you the video where they discuss her massive success and interviews with her,
but I’m afraid it is in French without subtitles. If I have a demand from French speaking bloggers
I will gladly post it!
A few details I gathered… She grew up in Canada 🙂 sold for her first live show, 160.000 tickets
within 3hrs and loves the poetic and magical touch snow gives to nature.

Enjoy this, it is truly unique!

No time to live

(Versions: #1#2)

There are times when
Shades vanish ;
Pain stops.
There are times when,
While the being is invincible, 1
Leprosy bows down
But if could have noticed that I one day
Will be the one you haunt ;
That I would need your breath
So as to defeat doubt ;
So as to imprison my solitude.

There are times when
Notes leave ;
Tears disappear.
There are times when,
While the moon is like so wan,
The being is monastic 2
But I rove like a light
Turned off by the wind.
My nights are with no eyelids anymore
So as to ease one by one
My fears of being only one person.

I have no time to live
When my balance flies away
I have no time to live
Love me, get into me
Tell me the words making one delirious
Tell me that the night disguises
See, I am as the sea
Drawing back after being
Unable to find your track

There are times when
My thoughts are so weak ;
A marble with no veins.
There are times when
We no longer belong to this world
A mere shadow of our former self 3
Tell me which key I need
So as to come across your star.
Your hand would be needed
So as to ease one by one
My fears of being only one person.

1. “S’invincibler” is a neologism
2. “Se monacaler” is a neologism
3. “L’ombre de son ombre” is an expression meaning that we no longer recognise ourselves, that we are different.




Pas le temps de vivre

Il est des heures où
Les ombres se dissipent
La douleur se fige
Il est des heures où
Quand l’être s’invincible
La lèpre s’incline
Mais si j’avais pu voir qu’un jour
Je serai qui tu hantes
Qu’il me faudrait là ton souffle
Pour vaincre l’incertitude
Ecrouer ma solitude

Il est des heures où
Les notes se détachent
Les larmes s’effacent
Il est des heures où
Quand la lune est si pâle
L’être se monacale
Mais je erre comme une lumière
Que le vent a éteinte
Mes nuits n’ont plus de paupières
Pour soulager une à une
Mes peurs de n’être plus qu’une

Je n’ai pas le temps de vivre
Quand s’enfuit mon équilibre
Je n’ai pas le temps de vivre
Aime-moi entre en moi
Dis-moi les mots qui rendent ivres
Dis-moi que la nuit se déguise
Tu vois je suis comme la mer
Qui se retire de n’avoir pas
Su trouver tes pas

Il est des heures où
Mes pensées sont si faibles
Un marbre sans veines
Il est des heures où
L’on est plus de ce monde
L’ombre de son ombre
Dis de quelle clef ai-je besoin
Pour rencontrer ton astre
Il me faudrait là ta main
Pour étreindre une à une
Mes peurs de n’être plus qu’une