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This is it. This is it . The project I've been talking about for a while is finally unveiling to you. The video I uploaded is the beginning of a long series of artistic videos. Therefore, you will not read the story all at once but gradually just like a book. I've been dying to write this post and now that I am in front of my notebook, words are weirdly hard to find. I don't really know what to say because I can't wrap my head around the fact that this is it . All I know is that I put all my heart in it and you are finally going to see it. Everything. Every week, you will see a part of a life that is or once was. One thing If there is one thing that I need, it is to make sure that you feel the emotions I want you to feel when watching my work I need you to share your thoughts about these videos or about yourself. Share your emotions and sensations. Share the way my work resonates with you, the way it affects you if it does. Share wha...

Art is an elevation for the ones who see the most exquisite everywhere. I often find myself travelling to the most exotic lands where the fruits have the sweetest juice and the most delightful taste. The lands are fertile enough to grow the flowers flowers that smell like a fiery passion The reds, the golds and the pinks are so vivid, it is as if they are bursting out of the dark (out of the dark jungle) in order to flourish and I only have eyes for them. Art is an elevation. As he said, Even out of dirt, we'll make gold. And that's exactly how it is. -I am sincerely thankful that Art elevates me too.- Love, Cadmium Red (M) xx

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...

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,      ...

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. ...

July 14th              -              20 : 17pm            - a journal entry – I have just finished this painting that I had in mind last night. [Strokes] This painting is very special for two reasons : the first one is that it came out to me stroke by stroke - I didn’t know exactly where I was going with this painting but slowly - little by little- it revealed itself under the natural light of my window. And I saw what the big picture was going to be. The second reason is that I have never thought of painting something like that before, it just happened and when I finished it, I just stood there, in front of it - with questioning eyes and a wordless mouth. That painting is certainly something I’ve never felt before which I think is why it looks so different from what I’m used t...

WORK CREATE. WORK CREATE. WORK CREATE. Since school has started, this is what my days have been like ! I find it really hard to create with all the homeworks we have, all the exams, walking to the underground to get home, taking the underground, taking the the bus then driving home and blablablah... I'm struggling to find the time to create, to experiment some new techniques, to write new posts weekly. But I feel so grateful that I'm inspired that creating has become a way for me to show that I'm thankful and that I'm taking care of myself as well. I feel so happy that I still create and the more I create, the happier I feel ! If you're in this situation, if you feel like you don't have time to do what you want to do, please find time for yourself even though it's so hard, it's so important. So, I just wanted to share with you an overview of what I have made this weekend, some experimentations and work in progress that I've done! :) //PO...

Leaves turn deeper tones ; berry red, burnt umber, pumpkin orange then golden yellow just before they fall and get blown away slowly by the brisk wind. I admire the way they perfectly spread all over the floor for us to walk on and the sound they make when we walk on them. Autumn is for me the most elegant season of them all. I’m inspired by the crisp morning air and the unexpected weather. To me, Autumn smells like woodfires, rainy days and chill mornings. A raw, woody and fresh fragrance that lingers in your nostrils. I’m excited for evening baths, burning marshmallows, warm drinks, pumpkins,  red apples, running in the forest, autumn candles, cosy blankets, wearing scarves and boots and taking pictures. My favorite season is officially here and I'm so happy about it! These are some of the reasons why I love it so much, what are yours?

Ecume sur mes souvenirs -french for seafoam on my memories- These are a series of three artworks I made especially for Halcyon Girls’ second issue as Maddie kindly gave me the opportunity to be featured in it!  I’ve met Maddie this summer and she's now one of my closest friend, I mentioned her on my previous post ( here ). Her second issue Aquamarine has just came out, you should definitely check it out ( here ). I feel so honoured to be featured in her issue and I can’t thank her enough for sharing my art! Two days after she offered me to be featured in the mag, this is what I created…   écume sur mes souvenirs (no.1), by Cadmium red (M), oil painting on canvas, 65x50cm. écume sur mes souvenirs (no.2), by Cadmium red (M), pastel drawing on paper, 65x50cm   écume sur mes souvenirs (no.3), by Cadmium red (M), watercolour on paper, 65x50cm INSPIRATION I really liked the theme of this issue because it allowed me to be really creativ...

Soleil de plomb – literally sun of plumb - french expression that means that the heat of the blazing sun is so heavy that you barely have the energy to grab some water or to do anything. For some reason, when it comes to my work, I don’t like to explain the meaning of it as I believe that the moment of sharing happens between the artist and his work then between the person who looks at it and the artwork itself. I don’t know, maybe that’s just me but oh well… Now, what I’m going to do is to share with you its backstory, what inspired me, how I painted it and generally how this painting came out as it is. This is soleil de plomb no.1 ... INSPIRATION As you may have understood, the weather in France has been boiling hot this summer (like most of the time). I used to complain about the fact that you can’t even go outside past midday, the constant tiredness and the unflattering sweat. But somehow, I came to the realization that summer wasn’t that bad (see sum...