vendredi 28 novembre 2008

Painting life with passion and essence...

I created myself a new banner for my etsy shop and thought about doing this
for money, to include this to my art business.

I want to learn more to be as able to work in graphism as I am with traditional art.

So if you are interested in having a new banner for your blog, shop or if your website or blog needs a new design, feel free to ask me and we'll see what can be done :)

I want to thank Darcy for this,because she made me believe this could be done.
I had that thought earlier but didn't trust my graphism enough, I was too awkward.
But in a few months I learnt a lot on photoshop and I've improved my skills.

I also think it depends on our moods, emotions and the way things feels in our life at a present time.
I was feeling too dark lately to see the best in me or my skills, my potentials.

So thank you Darcy for reminding, thank you to all my loved ones and dearest friends and supporters, especially at flickr, you all make my day, you make me stronger and you help me remember I really am a Human being, in the deep sense of it.

I hate to feel disconnected from humanity, as if I were so cut from the whole world in my secluded existence.

I dont complain, I love solitude and being alone at home.
But I still dream to have a dear friend with who I could just walk out in the hood and take pictures, laugh, admire the landscape, the little detail of the beauty around us, breathe where we still can breathe, a sister who could be like me, loving simple things and deep things too, seeing the poetry of this life, of nature, of any kind of art, the poetry of emotions, the beauty that can be felt, touched, grabbed ,seen in every little things,every aspect of our life.

That's why I can be pissed at people when they say comment at my work" oh why are you always so SAD?"
they talk as if they knew me which is so rude!
and writing sad in big shows how they have a fear or problem with this emotions.
sorrow sadness can be beautiful, it reminds us our humanity, that we can need others, and being able to express and feel unashamed to cry is something important to me.
it's being free to be.

And adding stupid things that I want to receive just favorable comments is ridiculous crap because saying this as nothing to do with my art, it's just a rude comment from someone who just cannot read my work and assume they can read my mind.

They don't see me.
I'm no dark nor mysterious woman, I am a real woman.
I'm not haughty or self assured, I assert my soul, sometimes I sound loud and big mouthed but I defend what I stand for and there is a line that has to be respected or you're out, that's all.
if that should make me appear like a so proud arrogant bitch then so be it.

comments like these in fact just makes me want to write" of course I'm a self centered arrogant artist and I just want the good comments please so behave, that's exactly who I am :)"
but some people wouldn t understand the humour and irony.

My loved ones they know me better.
I doubt and trust my soul, it's my balance, the path to spiritual growth.
I wont stop asserting my soul.
I dont even give a shit if somebody feels uncomfortable with this or think "oh she's so proud"
screw that holy crap!

why in this world are we so allowed to say how much we suck, how bad we are, how ugly , how insignificant and all, how on earth such things can be so easily tolerated in our world and also found so touching, ooooh sweet lamb, she hates herself, gonna empathised!
whereas it's really cruel to be this way towards our self.

Our soul is our precious, the light to show us the way, if we treat it bad, then we'll remain longer in the dark, is that a clever way to live our so short life?maybe shorter than we think, we never know what tomorrow is made of.

we never allow others to say they love themselves, for this and that, they are proud because they can do this, they think they are beautiful, intelligent, funny and so forth why?
is it our own discomfort and doubts and insecurities that make us act this way?

That's something that shock me in our society!
And I really hate it when I go back to my self loathing self because it's unhealthy, especially when I support my sisters and brothers out there with true empathy and focusing on their beauty, the best in them.


give me red

Anyways when we are artists, we really have to believe in ourselves or magick cannot happen.
We have to be dedicated to this demanding light inside us, to be scattered around in colors, in matters, in papers, in visual poems.

Somehow Art is my religion.My saviour.

La Onzième l'âme

Promise me, you will protect  us (close up)

Promise me, you will protect us

I Like To Play With My Personas

A Nos 'Jamais' 'Toujours'

I love my girls,my paintings.
how they come to me, sometimes like such a solace.
Only others painters,other artists can understand this feeling.

Sometimes with stress of all the things that are complicated in this world/life we feel hopeless, like things are adding to one another and the situation gets heavy and you wonder how it will go on...
I worry about the future, I hurt about many things,not only related to me or my navel.

There are many things that make me cry: like watching on tv a mom of 40something having a serious disease and having to find a home family for her four children, talking freely about her death and just caring for her babies not to be separate, how moving that is...
I empathize so deep with others pain at times, it overwhelms me.

I also can cry for joy, good sweet empathy, that's a feeling I adore.
sharing others happiness.
That is also something I need and admire in other human beings out there.
I cannot bear the ones who cannot derive joy from their friends smile, happiness, bliss,success...

In fact with time I have stopped trying to deal with that.
I just don't understand the lack of good empathy.
It just feels so good to share others' joyitude:)

Sit down and listen
(poem that goes with this)
I'm breathing trying to remember something that never happened.
The silence on the beach, I hear the lullaby of the waves from afar in my autumn nostalgia of a summer that never was.
It's the noise of dead leaves that I hear under each of my steps, the noise of my heels on the pavement and the insidously painful sound of your silence.
The real one. The silence in between each of your words. The silence in between each of your moves.
Then I recollect images, the warmth of color and the sand under my undulating body like an inviting waves.
You never dared to imagine my ripples but I know you did.
I understood that silence with time.
You made me understood this soft sound that pains my heart so much.
Then the fog dressed my skin, I could remember all these caresses of zephyrs.
Sighing remember remember our summer never happened.
My eyes full of tears just said the deepest truth about it.
No why anymore.
Not even a because.
Nobody's fault.
We're both sorry and I'll ever be more for you than for me.

solitude, impotence makes me cry.
Or feeling noticed when I really feel so lonely.
It's very comforting.

In fact people cannot imagine, how just a smile, a hello and sincere concerned how do you feel these days, is meaningful.
I am moved by humanity and that is what matters to me.

Mais je voulais te connaître
(poem that goes with this)

But I wanted to know you
Drenching my feet to the waters of your soul
Listening closely to each of your waves
Maybe sinking too always deeper and further in another universe
Keeping shells in my pocket where infinite was written
But we forgot the power of the tidal waves
we forgot the hurricanes and the tiniest grain of sand
Each of my rains gliding between your fingers
And the resistance of the walls under my white horses
The window blew all these tortures of written meaning
My eyes cried all the read senses
Undulations of cruel sounds it's too late it's too late
whatever it may be it'll ever be too late at least for me(...)

Kindness makes me cry. beauty too.
I am lucky to be an hyper sensitivity being because it makes me feel more aware of the beauty around us.
Even in the negative feelings there is beauty hidden.

I was wondering what words am I most comfortable with when referring to my spirituality?
Believe,faith,growth,path, unison, connecting to like minded souls to share and imply growth and spread energy to one another.

I am feeling closer to my faith right now and I need angels around me which is why I painted an angel.
it does not mean I am religious.
I am just spiritual and in fact I'm not into speaking about religion, most of this talk sometimes get nowhere.

My spiritual awakening was more tangible to me following my artist path because I could see how everything was connected.
There is Light and Love spreading in my art,it is not just an art business, it's not just doing something to earn money, to me it's beyond this.

This is surely why it's not easy to live as an artist, I have a very hard time talking about marketing and how to promote how to make things work.
I'm ambitious in the things I have many ideas and dreams, but it's all bursting with passion and especially to be real connection, real creation not just a way to be rich ^___^ though I'm pragmatic and really hope to make more money with my art and skills next year because I need to be able to keep going.

I would really die spiritually if I have to do a daily job and not be the artist I have to be.
Money problems suck!

I really would love to be a Life Empowerment Coach and Personal Growth Facilitator, I do believe in this, in my potential for this, my good listening, and my being able to understand others, sometimes I wish I lived in the Usa for these things because here I don't think people care about such things.

I have this easiness to sense a soul and to grab someone's talent, see their own spark and what great things they can do.

Oh yesterday it was thanksgiving, so I hope all my American friends had a very nice time with their loved ones!

If I had to write the things I'm grateful about lately well I'd say
Love of course in everything, in friendship, in art, in lasting or ephemeral connections.

when we meet someone it's always teaching.
smiles of hope

I am grateful to have sebastien in my life, for his support, his understanding and the fact he's bearing with my being so up and down not always easy to live with, I am lucky he always finds a way to make me laugh out loud.
I know I need his support for me to keep growing as an artist, I need his love and his trust in me.

Rien à dire tant d'écrit

I am grateful for the ones who will always stay by my side come what may.
I know who you are.
Thank you for this.
thanks for the sunbeams and the smiles.

One Life

I am grateful to the fairies and the angels in my inner garden.
I'm grateful for all the poetry muses, thank you thank you for coming to me so I still can write even when the ink of my soul dries.

"Et je t’assure - dans ces moments, je n’ai plus qu’une envie. Me taire. Me barricader derrière des murailles de silence."

I am grateful for all the things and souls that inspire me.
Grateful for the advice ,messages,kindness I receive from wherever they may come.

Mon dieu il fait si noir where is she?

I don't need your respect I've got my very own language

Different soul prints according to the pages

The key remains there: in self acceptance , self understanding and self improvement.

Namasté my friends!
now please make today count, offer a smile to another one, offer an ear, an hug, a kiss, a compliments, it's free and spreads so much than whatever we think/see.

lundi 17 novembre 2008

"when I create art I never suffer"(Anais Nin)

dichotomy,ways and true lies

it would be good to find a sunbeam on the road today but there are days we cannot deny the way we feel inside.

On days like these I feel more disconnected than ever.
And Goddess knows how many efforts I've done to reach out,to connect, to enter, to understand,to learn, to decipher, to apease my soul...

I keep on oscillating between my positive thinking, the fact my Hope, my Faith heal me...and my forest of shadows where I'm dwelling for too many days in a row.

I know what really scars me deep is the fact I discard reality, its sordid fade taste, it's all so substanceless, insignificant at times...

I mean I hear and see people's life in the real world.
Their lack of passion, their lack of meaning.
their suffering too.

When I paint I don't suffer.
When I make art I am alive, I feel it.
Then why do I paint so slowly lately?
Fatigue,insomnia,worries, not being able to concentrate for too long.

Show me home I'll find my heart with no roof

Time is Love
La princesse "Je ne sais pas" est morte

God knows how I managed to paint a smiling girl:)
Guess my smiles are still there inside.
I did smile today in between tears.

Will you

I give maybe too much importance to my mood and thus I get myself manipulated instead of reacting at once and deeper.
I know I can do that.

I so understand my desillusionment and my love for this life, I know it should not be opposed but dealt with acceptance.
Fais-Moi Vivre!(Make Me Live!)

painting in process (detail)

White Funeral For A Poem

I guess I also spend more time when creating a painting so I work more on details and think about who is she, what does she has to say,how it's gonna have meaning.
I feel good to see the fact my paintings are growing, being more detailed and more alive.
I mean I'm only painting since almost two years
I began with painting over the pictures of my self portraits and then in March 2007 I let go and just tried!
I decided I had procrastinated long enough.

Let it bleed(scanned and bars of the cage completed)
I'm making less collages and totally stopped the little vintage fairy girls
I needed to go further and I really feel now that I've forever been a painter but honestly I still feel very shy about it and I know I will keep on growing and developping my style.

On another subject I've been wanting to try again and see if I could connect to French people so I joined a community of people who love polaroids online.
I was really shocked at their rude attitude.
I remember people telling me they've visited my country and talked about the rudeness and the not welcoming ways and I must acknowledge that perhaps there are jerks everywhere sure, but even myself everytime I tried to get to know people here, to have this opportunity to talk in my mother tongue, I got really unpleasantly surprised.

I'm not saying all French are rude and total assholes but I met a lot of narrow minded stubborn or misogynists ones.
I can compare with all my English speaking friends,two of them are French but they are really different.

I am not sure if it's about the language or just a bad coincidence, but it's been now 5 years I've been using English more than French and I'm a lot disappointed from the lack of connection I can have with the people here.
Of course I know saying this will make me sound snob and whatnot, I don't really care now.
I love France, I am not just a French woman, I am a citizen of the planet first, I am not an ambassador of my country at all.
I don't care about these things much, I'm just saying that in my life I've been quite disapointed in my relationship with French people.

I believe in a way I am still hoping to make French friends here and now, but it's really scary the violent, rude and agressive rejections I've received from French men and I am not sure why.

I am lucky my love is an exception!
Still it's always a big disapointment to see people not being real humans.
It's not about being loved and naivety of everyone should feel at home but I don't understand insult for free and people making you have to justify.
This not right and there is no meaning in this.

It reminds me my teenage and the need of others to break another one because they are bitter, angry and frustrated about their lives.
For the more I think about it there's no pleasure in being rude or mean to another person.
Maybe it's all about Karma, what goes around comes around.

I don't take it personally , it's not pleasant sure, but it's not about me or the person I am ,it's about the image I convey, because how could someone hate me when they don't know a thing about me?
It's only the image they see of me, something that reminds them their own limitations or frustrations and thus I annoy them.

I also know my big mouth does bother people.
It's ok.
I have a hard time to shut it up when someone lacks of respect towards me.
But I can handle it better than before just that during a phase of doubts it's not helping much to have people out of no reason telling you meaningless and agressive things about your work.
Besides I really think we are no one to judge others work.

There are artists I don't like but I won't allow myself to say this is crap because it's absurd.

I am not snob I am not into rejecting or downplaying people and to set things clear I don't have anything against French people, I just noticed an aspect of their character but as I'm knowing and having the best around me, the ones who see the best in me when I'm doubting and putting everything in question I know I am blessed.

I have also sold artworks to French people but the more I work, the more I see, my work gets more attention by the Usa and foreign people.
It still kind of saddens me not to feel "welcomed" here but I guess I'm getting used to it.
I will still try to find galleries who will want to believe in my paintings or phoetry.
I will keep on trying to find people to work with for books and such.
I would just love to illustrate childhood books for an author, maybe it'll happen sometimes or I'll write mine ;)

I want to do more artist collaboration, independent projects that could open doors to greater horizon.

I am very often disapointed about the fact relationship with others are so untrustworthy or very fleeting, people don't take the time to get deeper and create a real bond, this is not something that surprise over the years but I am constantly surprised by like minded companions, fellow artists down here, who can have a human eyes on others and a word of support.
It's something that reassures me to know there are other artists out there who can also feel isolated at times and lack of understanding and connectedness with people around them.

Perhaps the distance does not really matter when we find soul closeness with others.
That's surely why internet is a great medium to link souls alike.
We attract them and we have this possibility to be in contact.
It may be something strange but I have real conversations with my friends who lives away from me, it's not mere chat, it's real friendship.

Wounded Kisses

You are Loved

I'm also working again with digital collages.
I'm a photoshop addict,I love to create poetic design...

our souls in the mirror

I've also visited the Château de Versailles when my parents came for a weekend.
14 oct. 2008
Here I am the polaroid addict :) playing in the park of le Château de Fontainbleau.
I'm into castles this year :-)

that was a poster in Brussels street, I thought it was inspiring

My New Baby
my new camera :))
La vie sinon rien

I guess I'm very fragile with my mood,I'm trying to go on,not like chin up and denial;)
but trying to find more understanding and bring more growth through this.
Days like today are very difficult but I'm undulating between highs and lows, I know where to find some smiles to balance my moments of sadness so I'll be fine.
I'm still very hopeful and I still have so many things to learn and to do so I cannot just give up now right?

Namasté my friends!