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Earth

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I saw myself grounded onto Earth,
lying on the hard ground.I saw the burning colour, spreading out of my chest like a wildfire.Alive, I am painting with so much passion and lust that I am
burning red
I feel it here,

I feel it now,shivers down my spine,
goosebumps on my arms,heavy breath,
adrenaline,
lust and inspirationit's like thinking about the moment just before a touch,a connection, an embraceafter the desperate need to be close to myself, Roots are growing out of my body and bury into the ground.

Look


Love, Cadmium Red (M) xx



Wildfire

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WILDFIRE

I found it one day, Caught into a vision, visualization of the whole, yet
Sometimes I hide things, and then I forget where they are.  Maybe I don’t hide them, but I lose sight of them anyway.

Do you know how it is to be true? Oh I forgot, I forget, I don’t know.
But why, oh why did it so vividly appear, So intensely clear Yet so suddenly disappeared
I thought I had it on hold and oh my, I wish you knew how beautiful it was. It was my very best achievement.
Since the new breath I’ve taken, I felt the urge to paint with the heart, the need to paint with my soul.




I tried to picture the burning colour, spreading out of my chest like a Wildfire. I wish it was not only a memory, not only a vision, but then I feel it again, only when I'm painting, only when I'm alive.

And here I found it again.


A painting story

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As my last post was about my first actual pieces of art, I thought it was only fair to tell you about my “painting journey”. This is a long and deep post so I suggest you should make yourself comfortable, grab a cup of tea and enjoy the read. As always, don’t be afraid to let me know of what you thought about this post!
To me, every moment of inspiration, every artistic block had had a deep significance. It was either the beginning of an epiphany or some sort of disconnection. I just feel so connected to my art that it has kind of shaped itself around my life if that makes sense. I’ve never been sad when I was inspired.

This is my artistic journey.

I threw it all away...

Let’s go back to 2010. Now if you have read my last post, you’ll think “wait...wasn’t it 2015?” but let me explain! So from 2010 to 2015, I was in secondary school and I used to draw every night. I used to draw my thoughts on paper. I drew on paper because I knew I would throw it all away. And I was right. I was terrified…

GAIA

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I thought about how I craved feelings, impressions, real intuitions.
This is the first time I drew something. Spring 2015. Vibrant colours I found in me, revigorate the broken, clean the soul.
I remember discovering art for the first time while it was dark outside, I grabbed that light blue sketchbook and began to draw. I didn't know what I was doing, I knew what I was doing so well. It was like a long night drive. a way of healing wounds. And I followed it ever since then. I could feel the faint smell of the pastels and the burning too. 

                         This                                       is                                             my most precious work,
evidence of the self.



Welcome to the first post of Earth (first part of the Mother theme) , a series in which I explore the depth of my inner self again through art. Through art, I try to walk back to the self that paints and burns in yellow, brown, orange and red colour. To feelings, body, and touch again. Warmth and…

ORIGINS - Part two

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This is ORIGINS,
a poem I found the need to read at loud,
even though you might have read it.
You never heard it from the heart that sang it.
Nor saw it through the soul that gave it life.

This is a poem I wrote to express the idea of the need to go back to our element, somewhere that feels safe.My element is art, I love painting, it makes me feel grounded and happy. I get inspired by life and nature.  I feel myself when I paint, I feel like I'm truly connected to myself and my surroundings when I paint. I feel my body, my soul and my mind which is why it is so special to me, it can be so rewarding and refreshing.If you have one, what's your element?(Check out the last post illustrated by Evana here)

ORIGINS - Part 1 - a collaboration

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Dear Mother,

From the beginning, I knew the embrace between your arms shall be the place I call home. You cupped my hands and joined them to where it beats along the rhythm of life. You reunited the words that I keep on whispering every night : Love, Life and Art.

Mama, some trees caught fire. I felt like I needed to go back to my roots, I needed to go back to the place I was born in as if something was missing. Like a baby, I’m running back to you, feeling disconnected, lost – and exhausted.

You are the sun, pouring warmth and light. You energise me for your love remains the same : Strong, Patient and Tender. And you are the moon, you are watching me from above, among the stars always inspiring me.


Going back to my element is like going back to the place I know I’m safe, a place of love, serendipity and inspiration.

Back to my nature of origin, I learn all about feeling and touch again. A perception from the heart. 
I am reborn.





XXX

This is the beginning of a new art series I called MOTHE…

Soir de Lune - an artwork's backstory -

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This is a paper collage made of cut out magazines and dried orchid. I made it a while ago but I just found the video I made for it and forgot to post so that's why!
However, looking back at the original post I published, I realised that I haven't talked about it at all, so here is the story behind this piece :)


Do you feel disoriented too? Don’t you feel the same motion sickness of the mirage that happened? I did, it was beautiful but I almost fell.



 I drew this reflection of the woman on her left, representing a sort of ethereal apparition. Through it all, I wanted to express the lightness of a dream, the ephemeral movement like an enchanting vision.
The different purple tones are revealing purity, a lightness that I only remembered as being in my dreams.  Soir de Lune is a work that I made in order to tell a sweet dreamlike escape.

Tongue tied

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I've been inspired by the psychedelic nature of my brain.

New breath

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Nouveau souffle


Près de la mer, je regarde ma propre réflexion, En moi, je sens que l’air froid, Que je m’apprête à inspirer, est le nouveau souffle que porte le mot « liberté ».



New breath

By the sea, I am looking at my own reflection, Under my skin, right within me, I know the cold air I’m about to inhale,
Is the new breath carried by the word “freedom”.

Inspiration This is a watercolour painting I did on paper a while ago. Looking at it now, I just made this little poem that I thought would go with it.

"Le nouveau souffle" is a french expression that for me symbolizes the feeling of freedom, refreshment and life after a new start.
To give a new breath to something is to give it life again.


Process I did the watercolour painting with light and neutral colours, my aim was to convey a sensation of freedom, of freshness and lightness. The painting had to be related with the sea and the cold wind which is why I decided to draw fine lines in the hair so that it shows the movement o…

Follow me to London and Cambridge - Travel with me #2

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Over the past few months, I’ve felt a bit uninspired, I still created but I didn’t feel “in the zone” at all. I believe that it was because my mind was into school and not “creative mode”. I’ve been (and still am) having so many exams that I couldn’t think properly. This trip to England was for me the perfect occasion to switch off and unwind.
Aaah…London…Cambridge…England.
Some of you may know that I’ve already been to Cambridge and London before because I made another travel vlog and travel diary of a while ago (here and there). Yet, I haven’t really talked about the trip itself. So this is what I’m going to do now. England is one of those places that feel like a home away from home. I love it because of the people, the diversity of landscapes that somehow always feel familiar to me and of course tea and food. Basically everything?? But let me tell you how our trip went from the beginning before I get carried away!
We flew to London Stansted on the 21st of February, we arrived at around…

Me paints

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You are looking for me. You are looking at me, for me. Me knows me is not where me has been lost. Me is where everything is true. But me is her, me is there. Me is when you're not there. Me is alone. Me paints. Look.
This is me. Pictures of me, playing around. But it shouldn't be so hard to see.














Pictures of my soul, taken by A and directed by me...