L'Homme et l'arbre (3) / Adventure

EXISTENCE

la peau raconte

fleur, homme, arbre

l'age compte

jours, années, siècles

la vie confronte

joies, douleurs, paix

il n'y a pas de fin

la vie engendre la vie

chacun son destin

mais la mort est quand-même

une condition humaine

Rien - ... Nothing

LASSITUDE

You believe that there never will be anything, that there cannot be anything, that you are the only person on earth to see that there will never be anything, and yet, pealing away the layers you see that it is all there, just like everyone else would see...

Loss of Wings

SOUFFRANCE SOUS LA LUMIÈRE 

Charles Juliet parle dans son dernière livre, Apaisement, de ce que Matisse a écrit : “La plupart des peintres [...] cherchent une lumière extérieure pour voir clair en eux-même. Tandis que l'artiste ou le poète possède une lumière intérieure qui transforme les objets pour en faire un monde nouveau, sensible, organisé.”

Wings - Ailes en Morvan

WINGS

casted light

offers sweet dreams

home could be anywhere

momentary

MORVAN

un chez-moi

ailes en lumière

cœur en Bourgogne rêvé

momentanément

Green wings - Forêt noir

Bois de pins - sanatorium naturel de Francis Ponge. Un arbre, deux arbres, trois, quatre, cinq..., vivants et émouvants, grimper à la vie, vers la lumière. Mais moi, je ne vois que leurs ailes tombantes, tristes. Désespérément.

Wings - Ailes de silence

... of silence in Paris

Wings - Ailes pour les morts

... for the dead at dusk 

Rien - ... Omphalos*

In search for stability by superimposing a central point 

*  boss on shield, conical stone at Delphi, suppose to be central point of earth [Gk, = navel, boss, hub]

Wings - Aile de sel

rippled wrinkled waves, an instant 

no motion

a veil that covers the eye

slow motion

impossible visions of silence

commotion

dreaming up of a childhood

... that was mine

Wings - Aile noir

BLACK WING

like an eyebrow

raised high

the eye

weightless and veiled

absence of vision

pending decission

Rien - ... Whispers

Silence is lost sound, lost movement

Wing rock - Aile en érosion

Erosian : it ends at nothing

Rien - ... Endless

Impermanence has no end

L'Homme et l'arbre (2) / The End of Days

 Passer l'hivers - Pas si mort!

 

L'Homme et l'arbre (1) / In Presence of...

L'HOMME  ET L'ARBRE
En présence de l'un et l'autre,
la nécessité de l'un,
... et de l'autre ?

Rien - ... White line

White line trying to reach for infinity... 

It somehow makes me think about Richard Long's walks.

In a conversation he remarked that he liked many of his works to be impermanent. That way they were more human; their limited physical existence in the world is resembling the impermanence and reality of human life.

Wings - Ailes projetées

... by absence 

Passer l'hivers... le temps des morts

Elle est retrouvée.

Quoi ? L'éternité,

C'est la mer allée

Avec le soleil.

Rimbaud 

theodora lenka

My work is based on psychological processes and incorporates the gathering of impressions and  objects from the natural environment in which I live. The last few years with my works on paper I have been exploring circles and other less determined shapes, lines, and layering, as métaphores of  life.

- circles and polymorphic shapes as points of incubation or moments of awareness

- lines as ever ongoing or continuing movements

- layering as multiplications in our life and the many lives lived 
  
Now I often choose to make pictures that reflect light or cast shadows.
We are dependent on light to grow. Our life needs light.