
Crowded window. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
Once again,
Behind the window,
Confined.
Crowded window. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
Once again,
Behind the window,
Confined.
Le vaisseau spatial. (The spaceship) 2020. J.Harms. 29x39cm. Acrylic on paper.
Arteries and organic tissue,
In The Eiffel Tower,
The spaceship needs a good vacuum.
A corner of the street that I know best,
The melting pine,
My neighborhood.
Acrylic on paper. 48x63cm.
My friend Irène has a glorious garden,
I painted it once in the past,
It keeps on giving though.
Butter chicken for lunch,
A digestive stroll in the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont in Paris,
Sunday with sis.
When traffic comes to a stop,
I take a picture,
Going on a job,
a week or so before confinement.
Pansies, comes from the French word « pensées » which means « thoughts ». Imagine the number of thoughts that cross your mind every ten minutes… a veritable forest of thoughts.
The may moon is full,
Over my neigbours’ house.
For this yearly obligation, a reflection in the mirror of me on my « carpet studio ». On the right hand side, two paintings, François Glineur’s Portrait of VanGogh, and Noriko Aoki’s bouquet of fragrant Osmanthus. Two of the very first pieces of art I purchased, from artists that I admire.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues ;
( Excerpt from ‘The Kingfisher’ by W.H Davies.)