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And I never noticed you had gone…


may 2016

Most of the times nowadays, I use my canvas as my paper,
My brush as my pen & immerse myself in the world of color,
As a swimmer would dive, yearning for more as soon
As he comes up for breath.

But occasionally, as in this moment, I realize old habits die hard.
Finding myself in the need to search & select thoughts, ponder
On word choices, the turn of a phrase, immortalizing the beauty
Or sadness of the second presenting itself to me, as a gift of life.

Painting is my life, it’s the oxygen I need to sustain my soul
But writing is my life-long-friend.

So old, comfortable, is the only word necessary to describe it.
It’ll knock on my door & step in unannounced, take its place
In that old armchair, so worn one can notice patches where the
Weaving is so loose it holds by the tenacity of the obstinate,
the unyielding…

It sits as if it had never left, happy to mould back into the shapes,
as one. And me, never noticing it had gone.

Reflexions 2008 ( Written in English with French original text )


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Reflexions
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By missing parental love, in ones childhood,
A person creates a sub-conscious codependency
By failing his autonomy vis-à-vis life,
Which is a natural procedure in the adults
Life.
Whereby, he remains with a unfulfilled hope to
Receive this missed and lost love that was due to him
Originally.

Reflexions
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En manquant l’amour parental dans son enfance,
La personne crée une codépendance subconsciente
En échouant son autonomie vis-à-vis de la vie,
Qui est une procédure naturelle dans le
Monde adulte.
Qui fait que l’adulte reste avec un espoir inassouvi de
Recevoir cet amour raté et perdu qui lui était dû à son
origine.

Sleep is… 1991 ( Translated in English with French original text )


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This small piece is in the same style and written around the same time,
as the one I posted yesterday.
I hope you’ll like it 🙂

Sleep is…
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Sleep. A total submission to nature.

We cross the threshold of the unconscious
In complete freedom of choice. By need. By lack.

This lack, this ” weakness ” transforms you, puts you
in danger, sometimes, makes you see life other than it is.

Sleep is a submission to the unconscious where we cross the
threshold of nature.

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Le sommeil
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Le sommeil. Une soumission totale à la nature.

On franchit le seuil de l’inconscient en toute
liberté du choix. Par besoin. Par manque.

Ce manque, cette ” faiblesse ” vous transforme, vous
met en danger, parfois, vous fait voir la vie tout autre
Qu’elle ne l’est.

Le sommeil est une soumission à l’inconscient où l’on franchit
le seuil de la nature.

Question marks & exclamation points 2011


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Question marks & exclamation points 2011
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Everyone has question marks in their life, we ponder, get frustrated when answers don’t come up spontaneously, then, exclamation points follow as a result of all that irritation.
I wanted to get that message through by this painting. I got some screws in the shapes of my subject of interest and got to work…
Now, here comes the ” quiz “…
Can you find on this painting, all the question marks & exclamation points?
Give me a sign when you do 🙂

Resumé on Thoreau’s essay ” Walking ” 2010


1860s 1861 Portrait of older Henry David Thoreau, American poet - kopie - kopie

Hi everyone!

Part of my lit. studies included reading ” Walking ” from Henri David Thoreau, Which was hard to read
as it’s heavy philosophy, then write a resumé on it which I’d like to share with you.

I nevertheless was introduced that way, to quality writing and the classics which turned me into a big fan!
I found his chain of thoughts to be so rich, one could read it over and over again without tiring and
experience different emotions every time.
Every line has to be studied. One can, through this essay learn and cultivate the love for words.
It’s intellectually stimulating and challenging.
It’s no wonder it was part of the curriculum, I’m truly glad to have been given this opportunity to
discover such an outstanding writer.

I hope you’ll enjoy it, let me know!

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Henry D. Thoreau starts his essay ” Walking ” with the simple wish to be, nature’s advocate, with the
controversial idea that man is alone with it and not part of an entity.

While he’s walking he observes, reflects and ruminates profoundly on many aspect of nature and fundamental
human concerns.

Walking for Thoreau is more than that. It’s an exercise of the brain. It stimulates his intellect. It’s where
he digs out all the material needed for his profession. Walking for him, is what an airplane is for an aviator
or, an arrow for a bushman.

Walden pond Concord Massachusetts

Walden pond Concord Massachusetts

It has given him the possibility to produce the most exquisite piece of poetry called ” The Malborough Road. ”
Being confined to an office would’ve never given him that possibility.

Along the essay we find him, broaching a wide range of subjects.
He starts with the actual directions he prefers and why. Southwest or eastward, goes on to the botanists, panoramas
with a detailed geographical description, which he is not presently experiencing but reminiscing.
That’s how we understand his Essay to be ” a walk through his imagination “.

As he goes on, he writes about animals. it is very descriptive and poetical. He glorifies the things others take for
granted. He comes to know along the way, that nature is above all. It’s the kernel, it’s vital for our survival.
We should be blending, melting, into nature and not vice versa. The core is mother nature and we are its servants.

Nature, under his ballpoint ( or more likely, his quill pen in those days 🙂 ) takes another dimension.
One can feel and sense it being practically a religion, so intense it is. One falls in love with nature all over again and would like to immerse oneself in it and find the tranquility and beauty felt in the reading.

The cabin

The cabin

In, what I call, the ninth part ( we’ve been asked to break it up into major parts ) he brings up, literature. One can observe how he
” provokes ” the reader into controversial ideas once again. That is, what makes it his style, his signature.
It forces its readers admiration, for such strong and idealistic views.

There is not a thing, he doesn’t have an opinion on.
Should it be, music which he airs briefly, names which is another amazing piece of this brilliant essay, where he describes
the ” un-importance ” of it, which again is contrary to all received ideas.

Institutions, culture, studies… You name it.
He triggers people’s minds into thinking. He ” stings ” them out of their complacent torpor, with,

I quote:

” Give me a culture which imports much muck from the meadows… ” and further ” I would not have every man nor every part of a man cultivated…”

When he proceeds later on to write about knowledge and ignorance, once more we find him spurring us on, to ideas as ” useful
ignorance ” and ” conceit in knowledge ” then humors us farther with,

I quote:

” I would say to the society for the diffusion of useful knowledge, sometimes, — Go to grass. ”

Laws and obedience seems disdained when he says ” There’s is something SERVILE in the habit of seeking after a law which we may obey. ”
Then, we understand it was intended purposefully when he adds ” Live free, child of the mist — and with respect to knowledge we are
all children of the mist. ”
He then shocks us into ” The man who takes the liberty to live is superior to all laws… ”

Borders and earth are his last two topics where he finishes his essay in total splendor and grandness.
Check for yourselves and let me know!

Till next time!

My untamed thoughts 2008 ( Translation of poem below ” Mes pensées insoumises ” )


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deep in the night…
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My untamed thoughts
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Deep in the night
On your page I write
My most burrowed thoughts
In a sometimes sluggish mind

A ponderous silence
Or a restful one
Conveying
Through my quill pen
Scratching the haze
Of my life in dunes
Of valleys and vertices
Of stormy sands

It is deep in the night
That on your page I smile
Of my wandering mind
By my untamed thoughts.

Mes pensées insoumises 2008 ( French poetry translated above as “my untamed thoughts” )


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deep in the night…
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Mes pensées insoumises
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Au fin fond de la nuit
C’est sur ta page que j’écris
Mes pensées les plus enfouies
Dans un esprit parfois endormi

Un silence pesant,
Ou, reposant
Se traduisant
A travers ma plûme
Qui gratte la brûme
De ma vie en dûnes
De vallées et de sommets
De sables mouvementés

C’est au fin fond de la nuit
Que sur ta page je souris
De mon esprit étourdi
Par mes pensées insoumises.