In a recycling place for garbages...
No comment...
3/31/2009
3/30/2009
30/03/2009
A "french version" of "Into the wild"...
More I am living without materials things more I am able to not hide my heart and soul and to realize what is really important in life...
Our houses, cars, TV, clothes... are just things we use to hide who we are really...
There is more deepness into a man than into his BMW...It is so simple...but we just forgot it...
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"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."
— Chris McCandless
3/29/2009
29/03/2009
The human being story...with its happy and sad days...
Romeo :
With love`s light wings did I o`er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt;
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop, to me.
(William Shakespeare)
3/28/2009
28/03/2009
Love is never a quiet river, never a perfect thing... But when a man and a woman are in love, this love can erase far away distances, fears, questions, loneliness... Love is the most powerful weapon against the dark side of life if love is a shared feeling, if we trust.
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Love flows like a river
Like my soul flows out to you
Though distance may divide us
We are never far apart
Let my love be like a shield
That brings you safely back to me
Let your love flow like the river
Let it flow right back to me
© Patricia Cathcart Andress
3/27/2009
27/03/2009
Read the lines and in between lines...but more than all to write the story...
I can't read my lines...not even sure lines mean something and will not let anyone else than me to write the story...
It is our reponsabilty to write our own story...
3/26/2009
26/03/2009
The right rear-view mirror...the one that was not broken...;)
When I look into the left one, it reminds me always how life could just be short...reminds me the sweetness of roads in the countryside in summer...
3/25/2009
3/24/2009
24/03/2009
I am having a crazy busy time now...spending my time to run after time and things... Even my pics are becoming faster...or maybe I am just coming back to painting like I was before I became a guy using a camera...?
3/23/2009
23/03/2009
Trying to find back magic into things...and I will...because I need magic in my life and need to share this magic with you...
3/22/2009
22/03/2009
This pic is from a video project I am trying to complete...just need to stop to lose files, to have issues with my softwares and maybe in 10 years, it will be done...Time is short and art is long as said Charles Baudelaire....;)
3/21/2009
21/03/2009
Love is like the sun..
Sometimes it can be bright, burning too much, hiden by clouds... The sun can be good or bad for us...it is the same about love... But we just can't live without sun...without the feel a warm ray of love on our shoulders...
3/20/2009
20/03/2009
To my little sister...
I am not always the best big brother...but I always try...with all my heart...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
Dearer and purer were, it should be thine;
Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim
No tears, but tenderness to answer mine:
Go where I will, to me thou art the same -
A loved regret which I would not resign.
There yet are two things in my destiny, -
A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
The first were nothing -had I still the last,
It were the haven of my happiness;
But other claims and other ties thou hast,
And mine is not the wish to make them less.
A strange doom is thy father's sons's, and past
Recalling, as it lies beyond redress;
Reversed for him our grandsire's fate of yore, -
He had no rest at sea, nor I on shore.
If my inheritance of storms hath been
In other elements, and on the rocks
Of perils, overlooked or unforeseen,
I have sustained my share of worldly shocks,
The fault was mine; nor do I seek to screen
My errors with defensive paradox;
I have been cunning in mine overthrow,
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Mine were my faults, and mine be their reward,
My whole life was a contest, since the day
That gave me being, gave me that which marred
The gift, -a fate, or will, that walked astray;
And I at times have found the struggle hard,
And thought of shaking off my bonds of clay:
But now I fain would for a time survive,
If but to see what next can well arrive.
Kingdoms and empires in my little day
I have outlived, and yet I am not old;
And when I look on this, the petty spray
Of my own years of trouble, which have rolled
Like a wild bay of breakers, melts away:
Something -I know not what -does still uphold
A spirit of slight patience; -not in vain,
Even for its own sake, do we purchase pain.
Perhaps the workings of defiance stir
Within me, -or perhaps of cold despair,
Brought on when ills habitually recur, -
Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air,
(For even to this may change of soul refer,
And with light armour we may learn to bear,)
Have taught me a strange quiet, which was not
The chief companion of a calmer lot.
I feel almost at times as I have felt
In happy childhood; trees, and flowers, and brooks,
Which do remember me of where I dwelt,
Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books,
Come as of yore upon me, and can melt
My heart with recognition of their looks;
And even at moments I could think I see
Some living thing to love -but none like thee.
Here are the Alpine landscapes which create
A fund for contemplation; -to admire
Is a brief feeling of a trivial date;
But something worthier do such scenes inspire.
Here to be lonely is not desolate,
For much I view which I could most desire,
And, above all, a lake I can behold
Lovelier, not dearer, than our own of old.
Oh that thou wert but with me! -but I grow
The fool of my own wishes, and forget
The solitude which I have vaunted so
Has lost its praise is this but one regret;
There may be others which I less may show, -
I am not of the plaintive mood, and yet
I feel an ebb in my philosophy,
And the tide rising in my altered eye.
I did remind thee of our own dear Lake,
By the old Hall which may be mine no more.
Leman's is fair; but think not I forsake
The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore;
Sad havoc Time must with my memory make,
Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before;
Though, like all things which I have loved, they are
Resigned for ever, or divided far.
The world is all before me; I but ask
Of Nature that with which she will comply -
It is but in her summer's sun to bask,
To mingle with the quiet of her sky,
To see her gentle face without a mask
And never gaze on it with apathy.
She was my early friend, and now shall be
My sister -till I look again on thee.
I can reduce all feelings but this one;
And that I would not; -for at length I see
Such scenes as those wherein my life begun.
The earliest -even the only paths for me -
Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun,
I had been better than I now can be;
The passions which have torn me would have slept:
I had not suffered, and thou hadst not wept.
With false Ambition what had I to do?
Little with Love, and least of all with Fame!
And yet they came unsought, and with me grew,
And made me all which they can make -a name.
Yet this was not the end I did pursue;
Surely I once beheld a nobler aim.
But all is over -I am one the more
To baffled millions which have gone before.
And for the future, this world's future may
From me demand but little of my care;
I have outlived myself by many a day:
Having survived so many things that were;
My years have been no slumber, but the prey
Of ceaseless vigils; for I had the share
Of life which might have filled a century,
Before its fourth in time had passed me by.
And for the remnant which may be to come,
I am content; and for the past I feel
Not thankless, -for within the crowded sum
Of struggles, happiness at times would steal,
And for the present, I would not benumb
My feelings farther. -Nor shall I conceal
That with all this I still can look around,
And worship Nature with a thought profound.
For thee, my own sweet sister, in thy heart
I know myself secure, as thou in mine;
We were and are -I am, even as thou art -
Beings who ne'er each other can resign;
It is the same, together or apart,
From life's commencement to its slow decline
We are entwined -let death come slow or fast,
The tie which bound the first endures the last!
"Epistle to Augusta" Lord George Gordon Byron
3/19/2009
19/03/2009
Because all can stop tomorrow... Because you or me can be crashed by a bus crossing the street... Because love can't wait... We must make our dreams and desire come true NOW...
3/18/2009
18/03/2009
Right now, I feel as creative as oyster ...
This evening, my mind a little tired and filled with a million things have not been able to go further than my ashtray ...
Promised, I will do better tomorrow and not try to draw the portrait of my coffee cup ...;)
3/17/2009
17/03/2009
Today, I didn't really find time to shoot in my day... So to not let a day without pic...I just played a little bit, shooting this little thing without wich I would not be able to share with you every day....
3/16/2009
16/03/2009
When I look around me, sometimes, I can see dark parts, locked up roads...
When I look over my head, I know that all is open, that I can get what I want if I have a huge desire to get it....if what I want means more than all in my heart...if I trust it...
3/15/2009
15/03/2009
Sun is coming back...creating shadows...making my heart less heavy...
Spring is time for rebirth...feeling like time for my own rebirth too...
3/14/2009
14/03/2009
Today I was reminding what a close friend told me about photography, how to photograph was like to paint with light.
I just decided to use street like a big playground, to play with my camera's aperture and speed and to shoot with freedom...to paint with light... It was great to play... We should take time to play. Life is like a serious game, not always a funny game, but as recalled me today death of the french singer Alain Bashung...you never know when the game will be over...you never know how many time you have to play... Maybe we should try to think like if the current day of our lives could be the last...and to give all today..not wait....not keep...
3/13/2009
13/03/2009
This afternoon, I just stopped in the street to shoot this pic. It is a part of a street art project I made during a summer with children. The concept was to imagine those walls like mirrors and to paint what they could see in front of them...The city from children glance. Art is plural, art is complex, but for me art is at first this kind of thing...to give to people the opportunity to express themselves, could be artists or not... Art is not and should not be just wealthy people buying art to put in their living room...nor people who are claming that they are artist and just finally spend their time to show themselves in openings...or making intellectual statements about art... Art is life...art is freedom...art is a way for humans to build themself...
3/12/2009
12/03/2009
Books are important in my life...
They were my only real friends when I was a little boy and all along my life they feed me from their words...
The most important thing about a book is not the book as an object...for me, it is what you keep from after reading it.
There was just few weeks, I had several thousands books that I always carry in all my moves... I decided to sell all of them and just to keep few old and precious ones...few sentimental ones... Books can give you freedom from what they say but can be a true weight in life as objects....
Because life is not an eternal thing, because all important things I carry are in myself I just decided that it was time for me to be able to fly...
3/11/2009
11/03/2009
Today, I didn't have really time to shoot...The only pic I took was the outside of a chinese restaurant while I was coming back home...
So just to not let this day without pic, I just made a shoot of myself, tired, but alive...
Tired but still having hope...still having trust in love..trust in stars....
3/10/2009
10/03/2009
Words...
Words express feelings... Feelings can find an explanation from words... Sometimes, feelings are just over words...stronger than words... Words make sens when you can live them...when, over to just write them, to type them, you can with your lips, your finger tips write them in the other's heart, on the other's skin...
© Larousse Dictionary for words...
3/09/2009
09/03/2009
In an old little church near my home.
As we can see here, angels can carry violent ideas in religion.
That's why I only love profanes's angels...;))
3/08/2009
08/03/2009
"La patience, c'est notre grande vertu, c'est notre drame aussi.
Un jour nous ne serons plus patients.
Alors, tout s'éclairera, et nous dormirons longtemps, et nous jouirons comme des enfants.
Tu m'as refait enfant; j'ai devant moi des tas de projets de bonheur...
Mais maintenant, tout est arrêté dans ma prison.
J'attends que l'heure sonne...
Je me perds dans toi, tout à fait."
(From "Lorsque tu me liras" - Léo Ferré)
3/07/2009
07/03/2009
I am wondering what can be so sexy for a man about his car?
The day one of you will see me talk about my car as a wonderful cute woman...just kill me...;)
3/06/2009
3/05/2009
05/03/2009
A funny lamp a friend made from his own face...;)
And because this friend is also a composer-singer,
I invite you to discover a demo of his next album...
3/04/2009
04/03/2009
This evening, driving back home, wondering what I will shoot...I just took my camera and took this one by the side of my window car. Sometimes, it is not so bad when you don't think too much....(I know I am french...can't help it...)
3/03/2009
03/02/2009
Fernand Léger, Femmes aux perroquests
(Sculpture-Volume, 1952, detail)
What is the link between Him and me ?
Not the talent for sure...;)
This guy who was one of the most important artist of the XX th century was born were I was born, grew up, and maybe had as me his first kiss there too... ;)
3/02/2009
02/02/2009
Today was like a true spring day...
Spring is coming...
Those savage flowers I saw today prove it...
Just...wait a little bit before to kill the Groundhog...he was maybe not wrong....;)
3/01/2009
01/03/2009
A raileway station...
I am trying to not be late...
I am trying to move...
I am trying to catch the right train...
I am trying to don't forget my heart on the dock side...
I am trying to carry with me all my dreams...
Don't know anything about tomorrow, but I will try...
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