PAGE 23: Fragments Of Myself

 




Looking for the right line...



                         ... already 7 years ago

Fragments de moi-même

            
           Comme une Terre Perdue

Exilée dans mes multiples

           A la recherche de mon souffle continu

 


Fragments of myself

like a broken land

that I went through

                                                    

                                                                                           ... already 7 years ago
                                                                                                       

                         
                                                                

PAGE 22: Sunday Movie

 Le Bateau - The Boat

Let's go for a sail!

Et si nous embarquions?

Just Sunday

Le Jeu - The Game

 Let's play!

Et si nous jouions?

'Cause it's Sunday

Canoës - Canoes

Let's dream!

Et si c'était possible?

Il était une fois...

Once upon a time

on a Sunday evening

PAGE 21: Silence

life is passing
 en
Silence

PAGE 20: Light for Travelers

 The Angel - L'Ange Bonsecours

Au Vieux Port de Montréal

les premiers voyageurs accostaient leur bateau

levaient la tête sur l'horizon de cette ville nouvelle

et recevaient l'accueil de l'Ange

The Travelers'Angel

was welcoming the immigrants and sailors on the new land

after a long long trip crossing oceans and seas 

Light at the end of the Bridge - La Lumière au bout du Pont

Old Port - Vieux Port - Montréal

PAGE 19: Sanguine!

Sanguine!

Movement of Blood

Fast and direct

Powerful

No way back possible

No compromises

This is it

Circulation of Life!

Que vive ma force vive!

 

 Out!

Inside
Out!
Inside

Out!

PAGE 18: Sunday Meditations

 Fountains - Fontaines

 The Little Rock - La Petite Montagne

Sacred Tree - L'Arbre qui cache la Forêt

Sunday Meditations at Botanical Garden, Montreal

Métitations du dimanche au Jardin Botanique de Montréal

PAGE 17: The Wild Space

                                                              

Multitude

Where is the single me?

Confused

Wild Space

In which I am All

Moon and Sun

Animal and Human

Ocean and Desert

Me and The Others

Who ever they are...

Angels and Devils

Single Confused Multitude

PAGE 16: Inside Out

Mouvement

Regarde!

Pourtant il est assis

Mais tourne

à demi

Regarde!

Mouvement

Spirale

The strenght of the fast drawing is to be able to capture even the air moving around.

The intensity of the space and the silence around the drawing, outside inside the lines, next to te volumes.

The white space inside the hand and arm and the one outside the figure for example, is not filled with the same density.

This has always fascinated me!

PAGE 15: The Rest

The Rest - Le Repos

Who knows what you went through 

to be so tired that day

having a rest finaly in that parc

I live close to your outside bedroom

in a closed appartment

I try to keep my windows and doors opened

as much as I can

Who knows what I went through

to be so tired that day

having a rest finaly in that parc

PAGE 14: The Unknown

 "Intimate Bonds"

New territory

Je ne sais pas où je vais

I like the title 

"Liens Intimes"

Parce que je suis modèle et dessinatrice

Parce que je dessine aussi le dessinateur œuvrant avec le modèle

The Unkown

L'inconnue qui pose pour moi

What do I know about Her?

Nouveau territoire

I don't know where I'm going

To explore

And she asks me

just with the way she stops her body

and me

Who I am?

Et moi qui Je suis?

PAGE 13: Learn To Walk

Mes premiers mocassins

They teach me to walk silently quietly

And to listen to the Earth beneath my feet

Wether it's sand or rocks

grass or concrete

To hear who's walking near me

Wether it's a calm or a stormy wind

To see where's birth where's death

Directions of sunrise and sunset

To feel the walk

To understand the path

To respect the signs

To be part of the road

PAGE 12: Fire Flamenco!

 Duo Flamenco - 2008

Suddenly I wondered, when fire started to burn the building next to mine, last night, what FIRST?

 "L'Instant" - 2006

My Passport. Cause I'm immigrant. Cause Nomad People, they now need to prove to which country they belong to. To have the right, maybe, to stay in an other one. Borders everywhere. Earth is cut in pieces, possessed by goverments.

Duo Flamenco - 2008

But never thought of taking my drawings or any material possessions first. Cause what I create does not belong to me anymore. But to Universe, to Humankind, to Nature again.

All what we create has its own way, free of any control...

I was born without any possessions, I was born without any land, 

my only talent was to create beauty and stories, 

my only mother is Mother Earth, my only father is Father Sky,

I learn from Nature to give and receive,

and to go my way forever.

I feel Gipsy

"Poète, vos papiers!" - Léo Ferré