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Why are you afraid of loving? Love is born in the garden of your heart, in the midst of your flowers, which you let wither. You like their petals to fly in the wind, for fear their fragrance will hold you back. Yet they bloom again… because my life is yours! Shy colors illuminate your senses, you dare not accept it or become aware of it. You live in your hauntings. You make them alive so that they don't die again. You like your nightmares to embrace you, collide with the glow of our joys.
73x60cm oil on cotton Pain. Impact of the inner wound. Body serene on the surface, tortured in depth. Regular undermining. Scars. Pain that excludes. Abandonment. Thorny love that wounds, scratches, attacks the intimate. Bubbling, navel that feeds only the original torment of non-love. The inner child cries out.
54x73 (3D) oil on cotton They had gone through so many hardships and trials successfully… hatched their own universe with a powerful and joyful heart. They could have… but the beauty was slashed, replaced by cracks, breaks in rhythm, strangled cries. There will always be a before and an after. Betrayal lodges in the center of the path. The past dream and the present reality are balanced
81x65cm oil on cotton Is it real or in your dream? What are you going through? What are you creating What is your place in the middle of your world of machines? Maybe you have to wake up and be who you want to meet, so that your reality corresponds to your dream… and that life reigns.
65x81cm oil on cotton One after the other, fears arise and darken your sky. They deposit their negative seed there. Like specters from the past, this frightening, dreaded, lived or fantasized state tells you that you cannot hope, neither act nor change your life. Wake up ! You are what you want to be! Decide your path. Your essential is in your Light. Make it hatch and shine.