Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
Waiting at the crossroad,
The way to go is straight ahead
Another 5 or 6 kilometers.
The road ahead. 2021
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L’arbre me sourit. Michel Bohbot/ Julie Harms. 2021
Un petit livret en mots et en couleurs.
Les poèmes de Michel Bohbot accompagnent mes peintures.
Merci Michel.
Crowded window. 2020
Crowded window. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
Once again,
Behind the window,
Confined.
Dans la ruelle. 2020
A corner of the street that I know best,
The melting pine,
My neighborhood.
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.
May moon. 2020
The may moon is full,
Over my neigbours’ house.
Le bourdon. 2020
Le bourdon. (The bumble bee). 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 48×62 cm.
Confinement, introspection,
ones own garden one morning,
a bumble bee.
A quince tree. 2019
A quince tree. 2019. J.Harms. Acrylic on canvas. 60x73cm.
In my opinion there is no better time than winter to paint a tree.
The Gate . 2019
The Gate . 2019. J.Harms. Acrylic on canvas. 22x27cm.
Taking a small break from my « Windows of Rye Serie ».
There are two parts to Rye, the one built within the fortifications, the more historical side, with its church, castle and cemetery, and the one built outside of the fortifications, the more contemporary side, with its supermarket and train station.
The ultimate purpose of a door, I believe, is to warn of a coming change. Those that decide to walk through the door, are somehow informed that their perspective is going to change.
If one crosses a door and then turns around, their grasp of a place, might totally differ from what they previously thought they knew. They might find themselves in an other reality.
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