She smoked a cigaretteRose-Marie was approachingHello AnawegaSalo Rose-MarieSalo hasPeace be with you Rose-MarieMay this day bring you peaceWhat is this notebookThe notebook on which the Kawaïs words that I learn are notedAnd their translationBut it is also a lesson in philosophyWho does she wear?On the snakeThe Ourobouros?Rose-Marie askedWhat is Ourobouros?Asked AnawegaThe snake that bites its tail and surrounding the worldWater and earth form the snakeThe snake and the water cycleThe water runs on the earth, and it evaporates, forms clouds, then falls in rain fertilize the earthThis is why the snake bites its tailAnata hadn’t commented on me AnawegaIn Haiti …
Last inventory before liquidation
Last inventory before liquidation. A burnt pan, several dirty plates, cutlery, glasses, coffee grounds in the sink. Butts disemboweled in the ashtray, in order to recover a little tobacco. A bag lying around with the glass bins. A remnant of burnt quail and vegetables lying around on a plate on the table. Strands of hair on the edge of the bathtub, after shampooing. Egg scales, bones. A book placed open on the floor in bookmarks of an unfinished reading. Notes that hang around here and there with appointments, documents of administrative procedures to provide, prints of the I Ching. Yogurt …
The Dwarf
One day, a small garden gnome, made of cement, painted with acrylic, opened his eyes. He saw before him the garden, the mill, the spring and the goldfish pond, all this landscape below the fence of which he had never become aware. And here came an eleven-year-old child, who was going to school with a big schoolbag and opened the gate. Then, neither one nor two, his blood made only one turn, he took the opportunity to sneak through the streets of his village. He first came across the fairy bell, a giant clam frog, and stole her bread wand. …
Casino
One evening at the Casino, in a luxurious and comfortable palace, presented herself a false pagan beauty with blood-sharp lipstick, a real perfumery in itself, whose smell was spread in her wake. It was rather delusional, although the audience was not provided with specialists. It should be noted that she wore a low-cut dress, revealing a silicone chest. She was all knocking, all in tics, she fiddled with her hair and went to the roulette table, where she sat and fiddled with chips. A man of respectable age – pardon the expression – greeted her and kissed her hands. He …
Brooklyn
I go back to Brooklyn one day in October on my way to Broadway. I meet neighbors, friends, people from my neighborhood, I greet them all. An air of family with all those, an air of brotherhood, it is sunny at times, the warm air envelops me, the birds sing their ten o'clock in the morning, and if I went to make a cinema on Broadway, see Citizen Kane, like that, to celebrate the sun? But just around the corner from Broadway, there's this shop, Charles Adell, with its big mirror. And I plant myself in front, and I look …
If you were there…
If you were here, what would I do with you? My solitude today is too precious to me, too precious time, time for work, time for reflection, time for reading, and even time for boredom. And the time with you, what did it look like? Time came back in a loop, TV time, common bed time, lost time, French toast, fried eggs, pasta, I'm not hungry anymore. If you returned, it would be I who would take flight, the flight of days, hope, oblivion, the dream of happy days, the night, the moon, the stars, the milky voice, the clouds, …
It's hardly heard
Oh, for that, it doesn't make noise, it's hardly if you hear it… He arrives with muffled steps, like a cat, at the table he does not say a word, we have the impression that the television has swallowed him, and when there are people, he is content to observe from his corner, he says nothing. Otherwise, he is in his room, we do not really know what he is doing there. Passing by to go to the attic in his room, he is at his work table, he daydreams looking out the window, or on his bed, reading … …
Life is a mountain to climb
Life is a mountain to climb. Every day, a new challenge. Stand up, stand up straight to face existence. Wake up neurons with caffeine and nicotine. Washing, feeling the water that trickles down the body and carries away the little filth, the defilements of life. Then a time. A time of contemplation in oneself. How are you today? I hadn't taken the time to ask myself that question yet. In general, we answer with a trick … All right! So so. But how is it really? Or rather, what, in the end, is wrong? And look, since we're at this …
The Brenne in Vitteaux : The strain
Watercolors and Indian ink. 40.7 cm W x 31 cm H. 90 €. Presence of water at the heart of architecture.
Clouds
Watercolors. 31 cm W x 40.7 cm H. 70 €. Who do you love, extraordinary stranger? I love clouds…
The clairvoyant
Watercolors and Indian ink. 31 cm W x 40.7 cm H. 100 €. Beyond the twirling sands, she saw beyond her horizon.
Horizontal landscape
Fat pastels. 30 cm W x 24 cm H. 55 €. From earth to heaven, horizontal layers, like landings…
Clear sea dark sky
Watercolour. 20.5 cm W x 15 cm H. 50 €. The sea was soaked up with the light that was covered in the sky.
Crude human matter
Watercolors. 21 cm W x 31.7 cm H. 70 €. Flesh like wood and leaf.
Bindweed
Watercolors and Indian ink. 23 cm W x 30.5 cm H. 80 €. Weed with delicate flower.
