At the beginning there was only a green bud, lonely between branches and leaves glittering in the autumn chill. The last child of beauty. It was slowly turning red as the sun grudgingly shared its pale, tired beams. One day, however, with a crimson blush, it unfurled its delicate petals, delighting that it existed, that it was permitted to bloom, that…
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IMPRESSION
They did not understand me … I wanted to be different. Special. We smiled to each other, we nodded, but each of us remained in their world. I loved them. The more I loved them, the more I missed them, the more I created the distance … I did not learn to show my feelings. I was ashamed of my…
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MIRACLE
A huge rain cloud hung over the heavy dark world, throwing navy-silver streaks of light on the ground. The still air, frozen in anticipation of dangerous murmurs, hung terrified and unbearably thick. A metallic clatter of elevators and quite pleasant noise of pouring grain came from the grain warehouse, which – surprisingly – gilded purely in the dark. In the…
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MEMORY LANE
The bus threw me and the “Little One” at four o’clock at the “K.-crossing” stop. Nobody waited for us so we threw the bags on our backs and we plunged into the forest following a narrow road. From this intersection to the village were three kilometers and unfortunately we had to overcome them very often “on slippers” (which meant in…
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LES CHÂTEAUX DE BEAUFORT
At the heart of Müllerthal, a region known as La Petite Suisse Luxembourgeoise (Luxembourg’s Little Switzerland) amid dense forests, moss-covered rocks, and deep valleys, stand two remarkable castles: the medieval Château de Beaufort, whose walls evoke a world of knights and feudal families, and the Renaissance Château de Beaufort, an elegant 17th-century residence that was still a private, lived-in home…
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SOUL
A muffled, slight growl shake her awake. A purr … A sound that made her shudder and jump out of bed. Instinctively, she looked around in search of light and, with her hand on the button, pushed gently. There was no light. She wanted to change the light bulb, but she remembered that it would always be dark in this…
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WORDS, WORDS, WORDS…
Only words and nothing more.Words became the inspiration for this painting. What we see is only a fragment, a detail, a moment cut from the whole. Displaced frames show the body, the clothing, the folds of fabric, everything immersed in warm light and shadows. A sensual, almost intimate depiction in which form and color themselves become a narrative. From this…
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LES FALAISES D’ÉTRETAT
I encountered the cliffs of Étretat for the first time in Paris, in the winter of 2013. We decided to go to the French capital with my parents to show them this amazing city. It was a spontaneous one-day trip by car. Departure early in the morning and return in the evening. We had plans to visit the Louvre. We…
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MONT SAINT-MICHEL
Mont-Saint-Michel is a rocky tidal island on the English Channel, in southwestern Normandy. I had no idea what a tidal island was until we spent a few days on one of them. The dictionary definition of the tidal island is: a fragment of land, which connection to the mainland is revealed only during low tide. Sounds amazing, but how does…
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DEVI – PAINTINGS BASED ON STILLS FROM FILMS
Devi is a collection of paintings based on stills from films. The women shown on canvas are from diverse cultural, social and historical backgrounds. Their juxtaposition raises the questions of how these women are connected. We are caught in the crossfire of their looks. They impel us to try and understand. We endeavour to read the lines which experience has…
