so we put red dresses on that can last just one day As the words go by the ribbons get undone And the paintings and pictures in their frame could say a lot but they say nothing The viewers create their own reading in the knots of her hair In this light of her smile Life is too beautiful sometimes we just can't understand For the luck we have to be daring and to untie the hands The songs have freed themselves How light how pure and relieving to be free from this and their eyes detached from the stares and stars careless otherless swaying in the sunbeams of the most delicate solitude How wonderful to be freed from needs & to kiss the essential As the sun rise her glow on my pillow as the sun set we communicate through the looking glass I'm already so in love with this poetry in the middle(...)
I am feeling really good. I have been feeling quite tired for the first weeks of my pregnancy and now slowly my energy is coming back though I never sleep a complete night without waking up.
We are very happy to expect this baby for the end of october. We'll have more news after the ultrasound in April.
But it's a wonderful Blissing in our life . My mood is lifted with this amazing news and also the fact Springtime is finally there:) Everything is beautiful and poetry is all around.
In the first weeks I needed to sleep more,that's why my creativity were put aside. But I am feeling good to come back.
This year is definetly a big year of changes for me & I am feeling so grateful.
my latest collages and paintings:
I also have drawn the winner for the give away, so the collage Les chemins de l'amour will go to Hélène la fée :))
I have so much more to write but I'm a bit tired tonight and watching tv at the same time:p
Also I turned 30 and I am living this like a great new rebirth in my life. Thank you everyone for the cards, gifts and wishes! it was so kind of you!
Maybe there'll be more words next time :) till then, Namasté my friends!
this is my illustration for Illustration friday: Intricate I did this rather quickly not thinking much, not drawing first, just letting go, total impro.
I 'm talking spring for you to find the way to me for us to find the way home I never thought I could be never thought I could be Home the shivers of cloudy thoughts cannot tarnish the dream drum of this soul within How strange these feelings to know how long you've been missed I will sing seasonal songs for thee we will unfold together I so long to hear the under water heartbeats(...)
you still can sign up for the Give away mixed media collage at the previous post :))
so to begin with, I'd like to do a RAK so this is my GiveAway. An old mixed media collage of mine titled: Les chemins de l'amour/the paths of Love, to send the loveliest faery blessings in your home.
so to perhaps win this little gift from my Fairy attic, all you have to do is to live a comment about who you are, what you live, why you read my blog, anything at all, share with me something you learnt lately about anything, a good news, a positive thoughts, quotes you love. I'll draw a name on the 20th of March: Springtime!!!
There are a lot of good signs in my life at the moment. Slowly saying goodbye to Winter.
I am smiling more.
I have been so sick last week. totally energyless and feverish. I had not been so sick for ages! but today I am feeling better still tired not sleeping so well but being excited about many good things! Bring it on Abundance in 2009!!!:)
that one is one of my latest favourite! I finally really get used to working on canvas and even enjoying it more and more, just that it takes more space in my little home!
but of course each piece is available, feel free to inquire if interested!
I have been working more slowly lately, due to being sick and exhausted. I am adjusting to my new life and the changes happening one by one, one day at a time :)
In fact it's been a while I haven't felt blessed so I am appreciating life the way it is more than ever.
I am working on new art projects and possible future collaborations, the opening of the art show in New York at the gallery APW is on the 6th of march, so if you're in NY and want to see my work in piece ;) feel free to go! wish I could go, I so love New York!
I am also thinking about doing e-courses of Creative coaching but I have to work to prepare this. It would be a way to use art as a therapy and to go past all the things that bloke us in our life when we really need a change, if anyone is interested, feel free to let me know. I am not going to teach other how to draw paint etc, I don't believe in this: doing painting in the same style of another artist. I don't find this interesting or creative. But I understand it's a way to learn and good for those who enjoy it!:)
I believe everyone is unique and thus we all have our own ways to express ourselves. I believe everyone can developpe their unique style, trusting their soul and going for it with all their heart!
the first session should be around be May or June, depending on many things of course. For now I have to work it on the paper. I want to share my inspiration, my will to create, to expand our emotions to reconnect to the depths of ourselves, to appease the roots, to move on and keep growing, nurturing our inner fae child etc.I want to awake others' creativity to show that we all can make art with will and passion & this way heal many things in ourselves and grow as human beings.
I am turning 30 next week guys:o) bring on the confettis ^___^
Not feeling so good , think I'm going back to bed just after my shower. But it's been ages I wanted to take the time to blog. Whenever I had a spark of positive energy crossing me I felt wow I should blog I'm feeling wiser. Then it passes and I feel so dark and gloomy again.
These are the paintings 30x30cm that are hanged in New York at the APW gallery and the opening is on the 6th of March!
I hope some of my friends will go there and take pictures for me:) on the APW blog you can already see the paintings hanged ;)
I am quite glad about this. I believe it's important for my art to travel, they were glad to know they were going to be seen and perhaps heard ;) yeah people should find their ways through a painting and listen to it, the poetic music of it.
It is real!
Oh gosh I am so sick today! I have been so exhausted for several weeks, sleeping a lot helped me but I felt weaker and now I got some bad cold or something and I wonder if I'm not feverish. my throat is sore and I'd rather sleep. but Hey "I'm alive! thank God for the air in my lungs" ;)
this painting has been sold, the more I look at it, the more I feel its peace, harmony,like finally everything is at the right place, filled, apeased. The face was inspired by a very big statue's head in a museum in thailand or some Asian country. I found that face and that purest harmony was so beautiful to see. Oh that's the kind of statue I'd love to buy:) I would put this big serene head in my garden.
I wish one day I'll have a garden with a swing. even a small one. That would be beautiful!
one of my latest favourite, I loved how she came to me, how everything unfurled easily and that I was so comforted at the end of it. ending a painting is like meeting a new friend, full of promises, excitement, wonders, sometimes I don't know everything about them, they have to tell me something or teach me something.
and that is the latest painting title: No more lies theres nothing left
what is funny with painting it's that you begin it according to a mood and in the same day it can evolve and just suddenly change. This painting was begin with some kind of sweet feelings and all of a sudden I felt incredibly sad and my pessimism strangled me that I had to express this chocking.
and I have nothing else. and there is nothing else. Art is my lover, my God, my Savior. Art knows no betrayal. Art is reliable. Art makes me feel able. Art burns for aeons. Art solaces my sanity. Art embraces all my neuroses. Art is the key that leads to a door, that leads to a window, that keeps me flying. Art is my last yearning. Art is life, art is giving.Forgiving. Art gives me babies.and keeps me alive.still.
she said : " I want to reach you in the most pain" and I'll do this with all the things I am to be everything I am not to discard the nostalgia for I don't need any of these bandages don't approach her she's so soft and frail don't touch her they said she's tumbling nerves like whimsical tinsels And a mask that she's learning to bear just for you not to ever see so you can't ever reach that beach anymore she's dried and aloof Those who want to swim are willing to lose their mind Jump aboard then charming pirates You'll never come back from those icy gales and waves of Kali Maybe some sailors can awake her savior Drench her whole with the thickest rain showers Kiss my Rain and Kill my Adah Put my bats and pebbles in your pocket It's not a game anymore there is no confettis there is no steps to follow in the Lands of Inertia and all I'm pining for is some chaotic desert of disturbia where the trees are the most twisted and they dare lick my face "stupid I" she said of course the fleeting women like I are enticed only if you lick their ego You never seen the real thing I am dandelion queen daturas teeth and bleeding wolves When you see my eye's darkness you read the empty shell you ripped it all you never promised a thing but you came like a vampire You awoke my desires and the aborted dreams of a lifetime stay on the threshold you don't have the key leave me to my Hell and go back to the dirty cave you belong weak coward "I am not your victim" she sighed "don't try to be mine for I'll adore to be but a thorn on your side"
The perfume of underworld was so heavenly as I lay in the snow did I lie profusion of lights in my dark in my arch of my back remembering the lacks In the lake he left several Oscar Wild kisses as I smile with surprise I didn't want to follow the roads to hell as I walked deep knee highs in the snow I didn't want to believe the owl signs and the excruciating enigmas But each of his murmurs on my shoulders was like electric aches Euphoria billowing like the moist delicate light pink clouds (...)
Houdan was lovely when it snowed. The weather is less cold now, hopefully springtime is on the way. can't wait for more sun, especially when you see the state I'm in :P Eastern palimpsest I am breathing the words When you tell me it's gonna rain I know I will be filled with dancing fires & lights My lungs filled with a new dawn travelling away from the sunsets of my soul the trees are talking so much too much never enough Open your eyes wider and open your hands for the spirit offerings This journey is the divine exclamation marks avenue What are you ready to connive to the strange kind of kin blaze succumb to my dark if you know the life in my veins you won't have to mourn the hours they wave they coil they caress they entwine pure and soft mangling show me the entrance of the maze I am feeling the coming Mystic Elation
quietened the storm of crows I smile so mildly, bend the head assuage my weather
can I tell the truth of today or the truth of yesterday Invasion of blank calm, a sky to write on
you intrigue things in me. you stir heavens in me.Let the idealization be.
I smile and if you smile. I will smile even more.
I cannot help this yearning. I want to know you and there are things you want sometimes and there is no questioning, these paths are all obstructed.
I will go on doing this. Insane as it can appear. It is not. you know. I am sure you know.
This is just romantic.
(written in march 2008)
voilà! sorry for the lack of words guys, I feel very tired & sick and I think I should probably rest the whole day. I have stopped flickr. My account mademoiselle helenina where I used to put my mixed media artworks got moderated which was totally absurd so from now on I'll just use deviant art to be able to share my work through blog.
I also haven t done much photography work lately. I have ideas and all just that I am resting. living in the inside for now. cutting cords. turning pages. taking care of my self. healing. prioritizing my life.
I think I will try to blog more often to keep sharing my art and thoughts with people who are interested by this. I also will try to go back to penpalling for finally it's realer to me to receive a letter than to share just internet friendship with people. I need more real things, tangible things. I miss mail in my letter box, receiving cards etc, it used to brighten my days! I also want to make connections in real life and I'm working on that.
I have some other new paintings to share and I'm really glad about them. what else? well big thanks to all those of you who cares and send me smiles, kind words and all. It is much appreciated!
Huge thank you to the beautiful Misty Mawn <3 who sent me the most lovely handmade mini journal:) It was a wonderful surprise! I always believe Misty Mawn is the artist who made me dare to paint to give a try at drawing even if I knew nothing about this. Admiring her and seeing how much her world echoed mine I felt I had to let go and dare be the whole of me, the painter I was inside. She is a beautiful inspiration! somebody I truly wish to meet one day:)
okay now I'm gonna take a shower and go back to bed. Please send me good vibes so I can feel better pretty soon.
we, like star dust wanting to be seen in the eyes, in the depths of our souls.
One gaze is enough & can just turn my neurotic into the worse pathetic wreckish witch... thank you for telling me I exist with your eyes & question marks. thank you.
Hey can you believe I smiled in between my latest post and now? sighs. sometimes even breathing is just way too difficult and Gosh how I get angry inside of me when I sound so miserable.
I know all these paths, I've tread them too many times, why the heck I'm going there again? to find what? to know what? the more I go down the more I awake the dark twin in me. and then it's not so easy to love myself...
though I do. Thank Goddess I'm still there for me for I just feel like I have nothing no one to rely on. why do I feel this?
and screw all that fucking crap that will tell me I'm an artist this is how fucked up we all are. all I know is that we're all so lonely at times. no matter what.
whatever. I still wish there were more.
thanks for those who sent me kind words and support.
I close my eyes swirling in the music of shivers I know your name I know your door Fresh air of spring perfume in my lungs I breathe can I climb up the stairs of your mind certain rages can never subside lush scent in the garden the orchid tides is coming Freja take me by the hand like me she always love another dance invisible gates nothing ever remains out of reach wash the darkness with the pure we can see the horizon we are a light pink tourmaline and emeral in my veins assuage the rime on the feather path with your question marks they enter me they caress me they smile to me they kiss me through they obsess me we all need reasons to be beautiful & to scatter the inside gem in glows(...)
Blinded by the flames falling into a well well well well down down down is there any other end I don't want to hear the blazing tongues it hurts in the dark I need to jump on my merry-go-round of poems I can't stand this dress of wounds and bruises in the mirror break the glass I swam in the abyss of the hopeless romantics I wanted to find their underwater graveyards Did you know there is avalanche of stars in the depths of the ocean It's only in my head I can't stand the leaking final door there is no answer some silence cut me and some words slashed the core of me I am still standing on this long empty road under a coma sky I need to read my roads to elsewhere teach you my language The little ghosts tiptoed trying to find their place to hide in me the enemy I can't stand this bleeding Where is my ship to another emotion galaxy I cannot translate the rampage in my garden flowers and petals disorder can I swim to the tender share where there exist a twisted & lonely soul care(...)
Siren in the darkest seas of me screaming alarm S.O.S...S.O.S... Terrifying void and lack of sense at the end of the cord entangled wires oh so meaningless echoes of my veins deadly descent for my soul fireflies Hades hold me tight in his arms The real violence is here before my eyes when I could just vanish unnoticed in the light of my pain Swallow more of the unsaid A lack of word a lack of glowing stitches from your soul deadly strikes me I can forever walk that haunted manor of dust I can cling to memories and kiss my fears silence of soul seperation of self surrender of sunset sudden outward sorrow such overflowing sighs no elation no sacrifice just the wonderful black out I'm crawling back to the Nihilist poets attic fucking blurry ink and dots soaking words who's got an umbrella and a magical parachute to fall in my hell to reach my den to take my hand there is nothing no one and you won't understand(...)
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