An
Exploration of my Process of Creation through a live Artist Journal, full of my Drawings and Words.

J'explore jour après jour au gré des pages remplies de dessins et de mots mon Processus de Création.

28 décembre 2012

PAGE 50: Hope


Je regarde de ma Lune

taches blanches et noires qui se débattent

la danse de la vie et de la survie fait rage
sur la Terre d'en bas

je t'aime dans l'espoir



When I'll come back
                         down on Earth

we will dance together
                         again for a long time

                                    Awakened

                         in peace



                                    in hope


Puis je me percherai de nouveau
sur ma Lune

Et tu iras chanter l'Amour
aux cœurs des Hommes
                    réveillés

         dans l'espoir

                     dans la paix



 



20 décembre 2012

PAGE 49: The Elephant & The Children of Mother Earth


An Elephant, sitting on Earth, meditates...
Un Eléphant, assis sur la Terre, médite...




There was a time
Je crois que cela se passait à notre époque en fait, aujourd'hui même
called Today

Les Hommes et Femmes, marionnettes à cravates,
Where Humankind was all turning like multitude of puppets around Earth,
s'affairaient comme des automates autour de la Terre

Without even seeing Her anymore       Sans plus La voir...





Elle est triste un peu
She's sad a little bit
Cause Men and Women have forgotten
Parce que l'Humanité a oublié

That they all were born from Her...        Qu'elle est née d'Elle





Un Éléphant joue à faire de nouveau tomber les rêves 
Dans le cœur des Enfants de la Terre Mère

 
An Elephant makes the dreams fall again
Into the hearts of Mother Earth's Children



Drawings 2007





6 décembre 2012

PAGE 48: The Letter

Dear,


Love left my home
one day when thunder outside was frightening the Nature


Spirits of Happiness and Joy disappeared suddently from your heart
You so were scared of loosing yourself

Love left my sweet home

How could I told you what I saw in my dream that night

Thunderbolt was running after you

You were like a Starving Wolf

Lost into the wild

If I would have gone after you...

How could I told you what I saw...


                 You would have killed me
 


Love left my home that night

When the demon of Vanity was screaming outside




my quiet walk at your side,
my joyfull powerty,
my so rich emptyness,
my unnamed faith,
my honest hope

were not enough to feed your growing Ego





I staid home
my Love

I went back to my Secret Island
to find the medecine of wise women
those that through the ages of Time
had to experience the death of their sons and husbands

I staid home
and could not dream anymore during nights and nights
my Love


during nights and nights...

I was watching the Old Moon

Her cycle of light and darkness
reminded me that it's because of her humble power,
that Sun finds his way back to Earth through the deepest nights

But some nights,

She has to keep him away from her

Maybe to let the Sun know,
that on this side of the Universe



He needs the power of the Servant Moon
to shine on the World


Love left my home that night...

Your Beloved