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92x73cms oil on cotton You are a cup that welcomes the sun and the fruits of your joyous harvest. You are a golden flower whose scents of rose and honey soothe lost hearts and tired minds. You shine in the half-light which hides the sacred blue. And with a wide gesture you open your door as one extends one's arms for a fraternal embrace that will nourish endlessly.
116x89cm oil on linen We are subject to our scheme: educational, family, social, sexual, religious, human. Between the jaws of the vice of roots and their injunctions, of our deep wishes and desires, how to be oneself? To create and shine the galaxy within us, it is necessary to free ourselves from our ties. So, we triumph over it and only keep what makes us grow. Our life stretches, bursts, sets its own rules. We are our constellation, our universe!
81x100cm oil on linen But if you don't love me the way I am, is that love? If you only accept one part of me and reject another, is that still love? If you put conditions and restrictions, is that still love? One day I will have to stand up, light against your night, so as not to lose myself or let myself be consumed by the fires that you pile up on the foundations of my being.
89x116cm oil on cotton Since you are no longer there, I see you everywhere, I hear you, speaking to you in a multitude of interior dialogues. The memories of our years spent together turn into impressions, laughter or sighs, long sorrows and then empty. Every thought that brings me back to you is tinged with love and absence.
50x61cm oil on linen Your state of mind opens or closes the doors to the Universe, not the other way around. Do not see the days when you give up, those when you cry with discouragement, those when you think you have been abandoned. See the Light in you!
60x81cm oil on cotton Against a background of serenity, Time flows and takes root from early childhood. It stretches out to the younger years, impatiently. Then becomes restlessness at the time of plans, responsibilities and torments, sometimes causing you to lose your footing. Finally, in that of wisdom, Time calms down and sprawls out into continents inhabited by achievements, accomplishments and pleasures, far from the tumults of the past. And yet, still he only saw himself in the present.
92x73cm oil on linen Uproar. Confusion. Noise. Oppression. Sprawling temptations. Aggressions. In the midst of a world dirty with news, there is a spring garden where laughter soars, sparkling with joy. It is these orchards that I want to listen to, these sunny moments that my eyes want to read to compensate for the darkness that is highlighted.
89x116cm oil on cotton And it turns in your head, you weigh the pros, the cons and the maybe. And it still stirs, even in your body. You invent speeches or verbal jousting. You replay the conflict, and the fatal argument. And it turns and turns, you foil and go around. STOP. Come out of this doldrums, you have only one way out: calm this uproar and find peace. Take to the heights and your thoughts will clear.
89x116cm oil on cotton But if you don't love me the way I am, is that love? If you only accept one part of me and reject another, is that still love? If you put conditions and restrictions, is that still love? One day I will have to stand up, light in the face of your night, so as not to lose myself or let myself be consumed by the fires that you stack on the foundations of my being.