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Hi everyone!
I couldn’t believe five whole years have gone by since I started this blog.
Forgive my absence.
Lately I have been having computer issues and couldn’t keep you updated with my work, the exhibition, my photography…
But I promise to start posting again as soon as it’s all fixed.
Only then will I feel entitled to fully celebrate this milestone 🙂
Best of luck to all my faithful followers and visitors and best wishes for a safe and warm winter!

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My new painting! Les pavĂ©s de la vie – Life’s cobblestones.


Les pavés de la vie ©copyright2015owpp

Les pavés de la vie
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This painting is very close to my heart, it belongs to the Theme I’m working on, of life & it’s journey. I’m sure you remember Evolution trek (I have posted previously) Odyssey is another.
Les pavĂ©s de la vie represents life’s course. Notice the nuance in texture, colour, cracks & shapes of the cobblestones & interpret it in your own personal experience of life and growth along the way…
I used about three liters of paint for the under layer & around two kilos of plaster for the cobblestones which makes it quite a heavy canvas!
Before hanging it, in order to prevent it from falling & breaking, I had to make sure the hooks were well placed by drilling proper holes in the wall.
I am posting here all the painting’s stages.
Let me know.
I truly enjoyed your comments from last post 🙂
Thanks to all of you for your words of encouragement & likes!

Details of the cobblestones ©copyright2015owpp

Details of the cobblestones
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Where it all started... ©copyright2015owpp

Where it all started…
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2nd layer... ©copyright2015owpp

2nd layer…
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About 2 to 3 liters of paint to start with. ©copyright2015owpp

About 2 to 3 liters of paint to start with.
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1st layer of plaster ©copyright2015owpp

1st layer of plaster
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Baby Water Massage – Acquaterapia


An amazing way to welcome our new generation found on http://davidkanigan.com/2014/11/09/sunday-morning-life/
you can fall asleep… it is so deeply relaxing to watch, we can understand the bliss on this baby’s face 🙂

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Published on Mar 2, 2013
Music
“Moon” by Kokin Gumi (Google Play • iTunes)
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Howto & Style
License
Standard YouTube License

Families… April 2010


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Families…
———

Families are intricate unities that assemble fragments of love, which they could easily discard if ego steps in.
Usually in a situation fabricated by their own imagination.
Families weave their own history, gluing it together with the substance called love hoping it will withstand the hazards of time.
Some families withhold the pressures of life by staying even closer. Practicing compassion, tolerance and love as a shining example for the world to witness.
Interacting with noble qualities as, finesse, integrity, virtue, righteousness, purity and above all a desire for true cohabitation.
They let their ego aside, seek and invite truth in, practicing patience and understanding in situations, others would have long buckled under.

Bursting as an olive seed, under the weight of a millstone. Grinding to its last drop.
How many of these “torches” illuminate our planet?
I wonder. Are they one percent? If they are, they should be standing high and proud. As the lighter of an Olympic flame.
Given a medal.
Instead, they are kept in the quiet. They tiptoe in the labyrinths of life and succeed to find a way out of this maze and convert it to beautiful alleys.
Some of them, growing an orchard on their way, with the promises of sweetness as a perquisite for having played a role in the grandeur of a king’s quarters.
Their children’s devotion, are their pride and badges. They take no heed in titles or honors.
They cherish the warmth of past memories and amuse themselves at keeping them alive by recalling them to their grandchildren, on long winter nights, a twinkle in their eyes, a spark in their heart and a smile on their lips.
Then, go on, feeding, on their children’s silent recognition, translated by small tokens. A gesture, a look, a hug and most of all, loving respect.
Are we aware of the importance of our each and every move?
As situations reveal themselves before our eyes, we are given a mind and heart to consult. The gift of introspection.
Do we use them wisely?
We have the freedom and dignity of choice. We could make an everlasting impression for generations to come. Leave our “trade mark“.
Is that not worth its weight in gold? Should it not give us a rush to strive toward that goal?
We could give up our self-made miseries and feed the younger generation with tender care.

Behave with consistency and rationality in order to provide them with the much needed security and balance in their lives so, as to prepare them on THEIR journey and pack their suitcases for the long road, with, stability, strength and joy. All vital tools in their jobs to shape a few generations to come.

And so it goes…

Building a non-ending chain of character, beauty and light.
In the hope, it will brighten the world and eradicate any dark shades left by the person…

Who thought he had no choice.

The writer 1989- Adjusted January 2013


writer's block

writer’s block

The writer
————-

Indelible hole
Irreplaceable void
Lassitude and
Despair.

Impossible
To share
He monologues
Relentlessly

The same
Refrain
Gripping
This trough

The void
Resented.
He shouts
And screams

Silently.
Appealing
Petitioning
For a truce

Reconciliation
To his page
The ink
Ingested

Words devoured
Ingurgitated
By the secrecy
Taciturnity

Of his folio
Yet faithful
As a blotter
Absorbing

His pain
Tears
Anguish
Inhabiting his

Restlessness.
Wanting
To notice
Dewdrops

Snowflakes
Perfume of
A flower tree.
Rainbows

The miracle
Of crepuscule
Intact
Brightness

Of a first
Layer of snow
Thaumaturgy
Of aurora

Smile of
A passer-by
Simple
And grand

Big and small
Opposite yet
Complementary
The Sui generis

Marvel
Of our planet
For one hour
Or more

To find relief
In his new
Felicity.
His thoughts

Bouncing off
The walls
Hurling this
Delicacy

This tribute
To life.
Back with
Ferocity.

Stunning him
For a fraction
Then taking
His page

Renew
The treatise
In a last attempt
To capture

The truth
Of his life
The one he can
Put on his

Faithful page.

The image of truth 2005 English poem ( with French original text )


the image of truth ©copyright2013owpp

the image of truth
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This poem was written in a time I was extremely tired of the mind and body and thought it had shown on my face but when, I looked in a mirror I had accidentally come across, I saw this very fresh face looking at me!

Let me know what you think 🙂

The image of truth
______________

A fatigued mind
Reflects in the mirror
A mind of peace
And serenity

The exterior can be
So misleading!

So, the whole world
Walks around with, a
Bleeding heart
Without letting it
Appear?

Am I not the
Only one?

Poor consolation!

Time passes and I pray
That one day
My peaceful mind
Reflects in the mirror

The image of truth

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L’image de la vérité
_____________

L’esprit en fatigue

Reflète dans le miroir
Une image de paix
Et sérénité

L’écorce peut être
Si trompeur !

Alors, le monde entier
Se promène avec, le
CĹ“ur qui saigne
Sans rien laisser
Paraître ?

Ne suis-je pas
La seule ?

Piètre consolation !

Le temps passe et je prie
Pour qu’un jour
L’esprit en paix
Reflète dans le miroir

L’image de la vérité

Where are we running to? ” Along the passing days ” 1989 ( French Poetry “Au fil des jours” with English translation )


where are we running to? ©copyright2013owpp

where are we running to?
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Hi everyone!

Sometimes life makes me wonder. We are always running to catch something, somewhere. Should it be, a bus, a door, an appointment, the school’s gates, a plane… The list is endless.
Where does it lead us? Are we actually going round in circles, if looked from a different perspective?
Here’s a small poem I hope you’ll like.

Along the passing days
———————

Monday,
We run but we smile
Tuesday,
We follow the road to infinity
Wednesday,
We are out of breath,but there we go again!
Thursday,
Ah! What a lousy day!
Friday,
In two hours I’ll be finished
Saturday,
Rest is not a disease
Sunday,
Ah yes! Tomorrow I shall roll up my sleeves…

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Au fil des jours
—————–

Lundi,
On court mais on sourit
Mardi,
On suit la route vers l’infini
Mercredi,
On s’essouffle, mais nous voilĂ  repartis!
Jeudi,
Ah! Quel jour maudit!
Vendredi,
Dans deux heures j’aurai fini!
Samedi,
Le repos n’est pas une maladie
Dimanche,
Et oui! Demain je retrousse mes manches…

And there we go again… I hope you enjoyed it