Crowded window. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
Once again,
Behind the window,
Confined.
Crowded window. 2020
Posts tagged:painting
Dans la ruelle. 2020
A corner of the street that I know best,
The melting pine,
My neighborhood.
Chard and onions. 2020
Acrylic on paper. 48x63cm.
My friend Irène has a glorious garden,
I painted it once in the past,
It keeps on giving though.
Promenade digestive. 2020
Butter chicken for lunch,
A digestive stroll in the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont in Paris,
Sunday with sis.
On the road. 2020
When traffic comes to a stop,
I take a picture,
Going on a job,
a week or so before confinement.
A forest of thoughts. 2020
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.
May moon. 2020
The may moon is full,
Over my neigbours’ house.
Self-portrait from afar. 2020
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’. 2020
It was the rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues ;
( Excerpt from ‘The Kingfisher’ by W.H Davies.)
Un verre de rhubarbe. 2020
A broken stalk of rhubarb,
A glass of water,
Quaint tableware,
And voilà !
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