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2023
the golden age.
Oil on canvas
65x85cm
Excerpt from The Metamorphosis Ovid in calligraphy
The Metamorphosis has always been my favorite book to find inspiration for my art. This book made me dream, made my imagine the most wonderful and surreal images. And in the first chapter, Ovid is describing the building of the human society through 4 ages. The first Age being the Golden Age, an age, of innocence, without war, without worries, without robbery and corruption, without money and other aspiration than one's well being. An age where the taste of a pure fruit brought more satisfaction than anything else. An age to find happiness in nature and community. An age, before the human brain drove mad. An age before greed. An age of love.
An age that seems so far from ours.
An age where all worries could go away, to just, drop the weight we have on our shoulders now.
An age to breathe.
An age where all we had, was to be, to exist, and cherish this existence.
65x85cm
Excerpt from The Metamorphosis Ovid in calligraphy
The Metamorphosis has always been my favorite book to find inspiration for my art. This book made me dream, made my imagine the most wonderful and surreal images. And in the first chapter, Ovid is describing the building of the human society through 4 ages. The first Age being the Golden Age, an age, of innocence, without war, without worries, without robbery and corruption, without money and other aspiration than one's well being. An age where the taste of a pure fruit brought more satisfaction than anything else. An age to find happiness in nature and community. An age, before the human brain drove mad. An age before greed. An age of love.
An age that seems so far from ours.
An age where all worries could go away, to just, drop the weight we have on our shoulders now.
An age to breathe.
An age where all we had, was to be, to exist, and cherish this existence.
fanny.
Oil painting with excerpts from John Keats 🌸
"I know it—and to know it is despair
To one who loves you as I love, sweet Fanny,
Whose heart goes fluttering for you every where,
Nor when away you roam,
Dare keep its wretched home:
Love, love alone, has pains severe and many;
Then, loveliest! keep me free
From torturing jealousy."
"I know it—and to know it is despair
To one who loves you as I love, sweet Fanny,
Whose heart goes fluttering for you every where,
Nor when away you roam,
Dare keep its wretched home:
Love, love alone, has pains severe and many;
Then, loveliest! keep me free
From torturing jealousy."
hte ecliptic bath.
Huile sur carton entoilé format 38x55cm
Extrait de Starhawk
Extrait de Starhawk
THE CIRCLE
huile sur toile format 40x40cm
Extraits de livres ésotériques notamment de Starhawk
Extraits de livres ésotériques notamment de Starhawk
amaranthine eye
(huile sur toile)
beauty is something to learn
one you truly now what beauty is
once you make it a feeling and not a word
a sensation and not a statement
beauty end up everywhere
from the corner of your eye to the smallest and weirdest creature
from your first love to your worst enemy
from your own world to the one we share
one you truly now what beauty is
once you make it a feeling and not a word
a sensation and not a statement
beauty end up everywhere
from the corner of your eye to the smallest and weirdest creature
from your first love to your worst enemy
from your own world to the one we share
THE FAIRY OF THE NIGHT MARE
(huile sur toile)
an illusion to enlighten your worst nightmares
a pearl in a river
a silver drop on the corner of your eye
a sparkle who beautifies
this darkness growing in your eyes
hope in the vastness and darkness of the ocean
dreams in the softness and clearness of the water
an irresistible desire to catch her
to hold her hand and trust her
a pearl in a river
a silver drop on the corner of your eye
a sparkle who beautifies
this darkness growing in your eyes
hope in the vastness and darkness of the ocean
dreams in the softness and clearness of the water
an irresistible desire to catch her
to hold her hand and trust her
EVANESCENT
(huile sur toile)
time keeps consuming and burning my skin
while i try escaping this dark soul of mine
they tell me to run away
to dig a tomb for my nightmares
they shout my joy
while i cry my regrets
the clock is ticking
and my memories keep bleeding
i run i run
one step a second
to escape their eternity they shouldn't belong
i run i run
voices keep shouting
whether I'm falling or fighting
and my breath soon consumed
hold its inhale to blow my candles
and i stop running
cause everything turned dark
and i lost my skin
and one more step and i wake up
and one new breath i find myself reborn
while i try escaping this dark soul of mine
they tell me to run away
to dig a tomb for my nightmares
they shout my joy
while i cry my regrets
the clock is ticking
and my memories keep bleeding
i run i run
one step a second
to escape their eternity they shouldn't belong
i run i run
voices keep shouting
whether I'm falling or fighting
and my breath soon consumed
hold its inhale to blow my candles
and i stop running
cause everything turned dark
and i lost my skin
and one more step and i wake up
and one new breath i find myself reborn
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