“LOVING VINCENT”: FRAMES OVERFLOWING FROM THE HEART
He paints pictures as some people write or make music to pour out their hearts, he is behind a curtain of dark loneliness.
Artistic Tides
“THE PIANO”: SILENT PIANO WAVES
“The Piano” that makes us travel to oceans inside us, invites us to think about our lives again, sets light to decide on our map, asks us to listen to our passion, inspires to send away everything that is suffocating us in this world full of undelightful things daring to be alone.
“LES AMANTS DU PONT-NEUF” – TIMELESS LOVE WITH NO PLACE
Love, that unique feeling we name everything after these days, that will fade when it touches the material things, belongings, but always attributed to them, increases the amount of purchase when named, in the quest of hearts that will embrace it.
“DEFUNCT” – SECRET CURTAINS
A secret, dark love that shows itself slowly, dark, because nobody accepts it, secret, experienced at the ultimate depths, love that is “everywhere and nowhere”.
“WHO YOU THINK I AM” – REALITY, WHICH REALITY?
Who You Think I Am, Celle que Vous Croyez, Juliette Binoche, Safy Nebbov, Berlin International Film Festival, Camille Laurens’, François Civil, Nicole Garcia, Ibrahim Maalouf, Cortazar, Ella Fitzgerald, Love Comes Tumbling, U2,
MIRRORS, JOURNEYS, ARTISTS
What kind of love, passion can we speak of if we are afraid of having a “spiritual bleeding” as in Heinrich Böll’s “The Clown” Maybe we give others that dagger to others, if I feel that I have a heart is not it worth that pain, if I want to feel that I am a human being all the time, if I reject ordered love? If I want to throw away fear of the future that I don’t even know whether it will be? If I am ready to welcome the loneliness they will bring, if I prefer embracing my loneliness to suffocating hell of habits?
SEA, THE CONFIDANT OF MY HEART
New roads have to be found, painful, thorny, roads trodden by bleeding feet and maybe the important thing is the road, just like in Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road.” Finding new roads, yes.
ILLUMINATED SHADOWS
The beautiful things we experienced, the seconds we shared full of love, shiny days most people do not even dare to imagine, worth a few lives, having lived that happiness, what an awesome feeling.
“HOME” – DREAM OF LIFE BREATH OR NIGHTMARE
A room, home where all the disturbing things, subconscious nightmares that hurt our feelings of safety are out of the door, our dream life breath. A feeling of warmth overflows from the word “home”, flowers with its warm breath in the hearts of most. As children like playing under the tables, our home is the place where we put life play on stage taking refuge in its embrace by retreating into ourselves.
“FRIDA”- THE ARTIST OF PAIN AND PASSION
The living sculpture of pain,sorrow and the artist who could reflect her enormous pain, the pain that dyed all her life, into her art, her stunning pictures, unbelievable self-portraits. Her love of freedom in every aspect of life directed her life.