L'ART existe encore???

Today I will write something in french, thinking again about shuting down this blog, have the feeling that nobody is looking at it!!!

Aujourd'hui 11:34:42 - impossible d'arreter cette BLOG...

vous ne dit pas grand chose
L'Art ne dit pas les choses, elle les fait
Ce sont les choses qu'on ne dit pas, Parce que cette mots n'existent pas.
Si vous ne me croyez pas
Une note dit ceci:
"Il ne faudrait pas grand-chose pour faire exploser à nouveau une l'oeuvre"
Voici...hmmm...Pas grand chose à vous montrer
Peut-étre PaS GrAnD ChOsE PoUr vOuS
Si vous ne voyez aucun point lisible...
Si on vous dit d’essayer de voir, d’envisager une ouverture future...
pour moi personnellement
L'Art ne dit pas la même chose a vous ET a moi!!!
Ai-je le droit de dire merde?
Je croi OUI...
Je trouve que le niveau en dessin est assez bon, pas par tout...
Mais bonne,
Y'en a qui trouvent ça jolie parce qu'on a le droit de faire la merde...

Plain GRANDE mots, pour ne dire pas GRAND chose - et pour pose une question!
L'ART existe encore???

Somethings gonna change...

A1 format - dry pastel

...a lot of happy, positive things happend around us and we take care to ignore them...My message to you people out there; stop ignoring the life!

So many things gonna change around you... Don t become the adults you hated in your school, on your job, in your life...
Don t, DON T, Don t???

I close my heart from lies...
the myself "he" stop denies, stop walking around
like a faithfully, death clown,
the road is open, the way is in front of me,
just the wind, some mistakes I ve made,
and you somewhere around,
I am not any more the purple, water-groundhog...
never again,
just you, my only one and me,
no-one else, no-one more around...
we fly so high, but I still see the ground.
I open my eyes one time again,
what I see is the thing that will makes you blind.

You do not need to understand - just feel the change, look around you, what do you see???

a moment more to describe

Music is playing, ruff, stuff, puff or even something bizarre
people are passing at my window,
the sun is shining.
I am reading, thinking, not dreaming, even writing...
Like a camera I record the restless looks of the woman with the skinny dog,
she passed by, an the time is growing appart from me...
Just a moment to remember,
and nothing else matters...

I miss her, and I feel, and I am me, too!!!

smooth, blue people rising

I know that you are happy,
already eating my smile...
I will sing you a happy song
Do you remember like I do?
It kills me twice so strong...
Lost pursuits of brilliance,
The glory above the excellence.
Crowns of our own imperialists
Thoughts of smoked idealists...
Just you and me,
kissing, fallin' appart, the everything below
just you and me, my flower...
Happy, little thoughts of two smooth, blue people
this one happy, blue, summer day
this today...
this tomorrow,
this forever...

loving forever

Love represents a range of human emotions and experiences related to the senses of affection and sexual attraction. As an abstract concept love usually refers to a strong, ineffable feeling towards for another person.A love song is about falling in love and the happiness it brings.

Science (from the Latin scientia, meaning "knowledge") s*cks!!! It is so much more to be an artist, than how Einstein already said: "To much knowledge is dangerous, to little, too!"Science explain love like I have post it above (You can read the whole article by clicking here), but I do it all over again and again, like LOVE should be, it change, It is so more than just a definition or an explication... Today I explain love with this painting. Tomorrow we will see...

thoughts of Jim Morrison

dry pastel, not too big format, not at all

In the book "Wilderness" I have read some poems and some other words and this is the result of that time I have spend with the thoughts of Jim Morrison...

You are too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything...

the life-future lines

Do you ask yourself if it is true? The future we hold in our hands, and still we search what is written all over it - the hands...Do you wonder, how many lines crossed themselves, do you understand how many options, how many possibilities we have in every of our hands...

DO YOU???

same still, same format like the rest of them...

No one gives a f*ck about the values

This post I will start with a lyric from the song "Tell the king" from the group "The Libertines"...

I've got a little secret for ya

Even now there's something
To be proud about
You come up the hard way
And they'll remind you every day
You're nothing

...Do we live in a world blindet by the freedom of speech above the freedom of the other human rights!!! In the UDHR (Universal Declaration of Human Rights) you can read all the 30 articles...

something like 2 x A4 , dry pastel on black paper

This painting I have made in memory of all broken dreams, of all destroyed hopes... No man, neather woman, no-one should have the right to critized or mentally punish other people, because they just do not know something, without the tension to show them how to do it right, to help them, to motivate them and to gratulate them after they have try it, even if they did not sucseed.

Hope dies last, but it dies, too...

We need an article No. 31, where people are free to speak, to say what they think, but espetially if they are in a position with authority above the other people, they should not have the right to destroy the hopes, dreams, the moral or the people mentally itself...

The name of this painting should be "memory of our values"

the waiting room 23

"In "da" cheap hotel where you can meet the past and some monkeys, you got nothing..oh no, no, nothing at all...Not even the Immortality. If you think about your life, the thoughts - you really need it or you just won't leave it behind...If you do not once at all, you will be for sure in the waiting room of your own life, not forever, just until the end of your time...",

could be what the artist (myself and me) want to say with this little drawing down there.

some little format at all

One more time Henna

Once again an experimentation with the henna plant that goes bad wrongly and anything but good - reason..It stays like 14 minutes - somehow I do it very wrong :(

But no reason to give up...Once it will stick on the skin, until then :) happy experimenting...

one more time..the art makes us feelin' free...
we celebrate!!!

the one

long time ago (end of january 2008) I did this one..so it s time to share it with the world...

One more Bob Ross alike

oil on canvas - big format