09/06/2009

I am french and my mother language is french. For many reasons that I will not tell here, I write in english, a language I don't master completely, but a language that gives me a kind of freedom I don't feel the same about french.

Today, I took a look at some of my old exercise note books. This pic is taken from a grammatical exercise I made...I was maybe 10. It was full of mistakes of course, corrected in red by my teacher, of course...;)

To learn english make me feel like to restart this learning trip but with a huge difference. When I was a little boy, adults had the meaning of reasons why to learn french, now, I am learning and I am able to give by myself a meaning about it. The meaning we put in things is the key. I missed so many keys as a little boy, as so much children who are not so good at school. Now, I know and I want to open all doors...;)

08/06/2009

When we think about happiness, we often think about great things...but happiness can be about little things...

A little stolen kiss on the neck to tickle it, to write a sweet word on a piece of paper, to make a quick pizza in the middle in the night for someone who is precious for you...many little things that can make others feel happy and make you feel the most happy person of the world, just from the feeling your little things did make feel other people happy.

07/06/2009

Money can't buy me love as could say The Beattles...

All you get in life, you get it at first from who you are, what you do, what you choose, from people you meet... Money is important, but money is just the cement that make the wall of life stronger. If stones are fragile, you can put as much cement you want, it will be never enough, but if stones are strong the wall will be strong. Money is the security of this wall not its soul.

06/06/2009

In the middle of the night...even cats are playing to be some kind of night owls...;)

05/06/2009

© Time / Life

Tomorrow will be the D-Day's 65th anniversary...

I am from Normandy. This day means a lot when you are from here and when you grew up with scars that this war let everywhere in landscapes but also in minds. 10 % of american's guy who landed on beaches were african americans. I heard today a story about that. It was a woman from here who was a little child during the war and who told a story about her and her little sister who played with an african american soldier and how this guy was so surprise to not feel any sign of segregate between him and them, how he was surprise to not feel racism from people here.(for most of people here, it was the first time they met black people) There is always many histories in the great history. Just a way to remind few hours before Obama will be here to celebrate this anniversary that there was just 65 years, we were again very far away from the world we try to draw today...Americans with their Black minorities, French with their citizen from colonies. Just a way to remind that nothing was ever free, nothing was ever won easily but with blood...with blood from people who just want to be free...just a way to remind the deep symbol of the fact the U.S president who will be here tomorrow is the result of this fight for freedom.  

I wish we could still continue to learn from history to stop blood flow...

04/06/2009

sometimes, I don't feel like to share anything here... Sometimes, I just feel the desire to keep... Just feel in peace, quiet, a little smile on my face...

03/06/2009

Who am I?

This part..an other part ?

Am I nice ? Yes... Am I an asshole ? Yes... Am I sensitive ? Yes... Am I superficial ? Yes... Am I complicated ? Yes... Am I ugly ? Yes...

Am I a dreamer? Yes... I am who I am for a part and I am who you believe I am for an other part...because whatever we could really be, we never just live for ourselves but also in eyes from the other...

02/06/2009

When blue meets green under the sun, it is bright, vivid, warm, intense, magic...

Of course, sometimes a cloud can come to hide the sun and make the magic of the moment less deep, but it is just a cloud the wind will finally push away and the magic hiden for a moment will appear again in all its brightness...

01/06/2009

The difference between human beings and animal is the capacity of humans to try to figure out things and from that to have questions coming in mind. I am human, so I can have many questions in mind...I am aware about this world being a mystery, people from this world have to face with the complexity of this world...I just wish I could get sometimes real answers...because behind a question, there is often deep reason that made exist this question...

31/05/2009

This butterfly was not in my stomach...just on my screen...

This sunday night was not a magic night...just a sunday night... Days are like waves from the ocean...you never know how it will be the next...

30/05/2009

Today I opened a box...

In this box, there was paintings and drawnings on paper I made between 1992 and 2003. Those artwork escaped to destroying, the day I burned all my artwork. 6 years that they were enclosed, that I didn't open the box. It was strange for me to see those paintings, me who stopped to paint. Interesting to see in a lot of them something about the eye, this topic I still work in my actual work...

They are a memory...something from the past...something I don't want to look back so much. About art, about life, about love, I don't want to build memories where I will live about yesterday things. I am alive, I just want to make all stay alive, just my art, my life, my love being in the present, just do all to be fully alive every single day of my life and absolutly not to be hidden in my past... What is exciting about life is not what was done but much more what will be done...and there is so much again to do..so much...

29/05/2009

Waiting...

Because sometimes, you have to wait...nothing else to do than to wait patiently, quietly, peacefully...to wait with the hope it will not be long...to wait without to think about time...to wait and just thinking about how you will be happy when the waiting will be over... Life is teaching me to be patient, me, the impatient guy... I am not a good student but I try to figure out life out of time...

28/05/2009

I often cook, for me, for my friends...just not often able to make very tasty pics of what I make, not able to really give you the desire to taste it (It is a true job to shoot food..., isn't it).

This evening I made a cucumber gaspacho with mint. A very easy and tasty recipe to realize. A cucumber, a little bit of lemon juice, a yogurt, some fresh mint leaves, salt, pepper. After, just mix them up and you have a perfect summer meal...;)

So forgive my shitty pic and try it by yourself...

27/05/2009

It is windy there tonight...

I can hear the wind in trees...a wind coming from the ocean... I was wondering how it could be if Zao Wou-Ki has left his paint brush to take a camera ? I am not as talented than him, nor a good photographer...just a guy walking in life mind full of question trying to find answers...

This pic made me think about a sentence from the french writter Christan Bobin. I he is translated in english, just didn't find it. I will let it here in french, not will take the risk to destroy music from his words with my shitty english. « L’arbre est un livre ouvert. Le vent d’aujourd’hui en tourne distraitement les pages comme s’il pensait à autre chose. »

26/05/2009

The eyes are the window of the soul...

Maybe my eyes can't escape from this reality? I am sharing here things from my life, deep or not, a little thing, a moment from a 24 hours day. A subjective part of me, a chosen part. The huge part of my life, the most part of it, most precious still closed in my heart, where I keep curtains on because there is things that can be only shared between 2 hearts.

25/05/2009

A noiseless patient spider, 

I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,  Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,  It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself,  Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.  And you O my soul where you stand,  Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,  Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to  connect them,  Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,  Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. 

Walt Whitman

24/05/2009

A cut cat taking a nap this afternoon under the sun...

I wish I could be a cat... I wish I could take a nap... I wish we could be together warmed by the sun... I wish we could fall asleep sweetly in each other arms... I wish that no cloud could hide ray from our love...

23/05/2009

Today here, as in many places in France, supermarkets were blocked by angry

farmers. Those farmers are producing milk that food industry buys from them for 20 cents a liter(30% less than it was 1 year). This anger is ok. It is ok for those farmers to wake up early, to work hard and to make money from their work. It is not ok, for food industry, banks...to try to get much more benefits again from people's work. It is ok to earn a lot of money, just to earn hundred thousands of euros each months is ridiculous. Who really needs to earn so much? for what? Even rich people have only one mouth and only one asshole, so they don't need to have enough money to buy as much food than thousands of "normal" persons. Fruit from work must be shared. If they can't understand that, it will happen to them what happened to the last king here who was unable to understand that his people were dying from starving.

22/05/2009

Some people put flowers around their house to make it more pretty...

When it is a police station's place in the countryside...they use an old police car...as a butcher could use piece of meat to make his garden prettier...

Beauty is a personal thing...very...;)

21/05/2009

Thyme from my father's garden...

To rub those leaves between my hands and feel the smell, to imagine summer vegetables...some friends, the sun, a glass of wine, life...

19/05/2009

Cows from my Normandy...

Good cows make good milk that make good cheeses...;)

18/05/2009

A detail from one of my artwork, from the time I created fairies and angels...

It was before to meet an angel and realize that it is not only in tales and dreams...

"Rosa Nux" © Sébastien Goupillot - 2002

17/05/2009

You...oui toi...

Knowing we will have many laughs to share again... Knowing we will spend again nights, days together, losing track of time... Knowing the big bang my heart makes each time I see you... Knowing billions litters of water will never enough to stop our love... 

Knowing sweet taste of the breakfast with you... Knowing all I already know and keeping faith about all I will live with you tomorrow... I want to see sky like this one again... I want to love you until my eyes will stop to be able to see the sky... Thanks to be... You...oui toi...

16/05/2009

Leaving work...

It was my first day...

Hard, intense, crazy, but feeling good...feeling like things make sense...

It was a step...a first step...a first feather on wings I am building day after day...wings I will use to fly back to you...

15/05/2009

Kind of thing that happen when you have a father who is a stubborn man, deeply in love with my mother since 53 years, keeping his injuries for himself...

Dogs don't make cats...

At least I know where parts of myself come from...