20/06/2009

Garden party... ?

19/06/2009

Life is always full of questions...

This crazy world just makes answers more difficult to find... Some chose hate, violence, destruction, egoism as answers... I chosen love. Maybe I am a naive guy, but I still think that love is the answer...

18/06/2009

“Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.”

Martin Luther King, Jr.

17/06/2009

Tempus fugit...

Cor meum non senuit...

Amor...Amor...

Ad vitam aeternam...

16/06/2009

When a was a little boy, I spent my time to play alone near the river. The river was my playground failing than to have the ocean close to me. Those games built my imaginations and filled up with magic some empty parts of me that were full of sadness.

Now, as a less little lonely boy, I still enjoy to be near the water. I understood one more thing I wasn't able to understand before : I was not the only lonely child who spent his time near the river and because all rivers end always in the ocean...we are never alone...

15/06/2009

Today, I didn't use this camera...

I kept the little eye closed... Just because sometimes what I wish to share is much more than a snapshot and few words...much more...

14/06/2009

This blog is for me like an open window...

Through this open window I share things from me, my heart, my soul... Today, I am coming here naked...naked skin, naked heart, naked soul...naked to express publicly my deep thanks about someone....someone who trusted in me deeply, someone who made me trust deeply in me, someone who was able to see the true Séb, the Séb without the social mask...someone who made me open fully as a flower under the sun... No need to to write a name...this person knows... Just from the bottom of my heart : Thank you for the priceless gift was to find you on my way.....Over words, over all...thank you...

13/06/2009

Red... Red...as my passionate way to live this life... Red...as this heart beating under my chest... Red...as my love feelings... Red...as the wine... Life is cleaning up the red of my life...slowly...certainly...until it will desappear with me....

12/06/2009

Dance...

Dance outside..bare feet on the grass... Dance alone...but not really... Dance with stars...

Dance to celebrate the opportunity to be alive....

11/06/2009

On my way to work...

The radio plays this old Al Green's song...

I'm, I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is alright with me 'Cause you make me feel, so brand new And I want to spend my life with you Me sayin' since, baby, since we've been together Ooo, loving you forever Is what I need Let me, be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue Ooo baby... My stomach hurts... I know I must be strong, stronger than I never was... I am looking at trees on each side of the road... I don't believe in god... I do believe in life... And this old song on the radio...those trees... I wish I could trust in god...I wish I can ask him something..but no...

I know I must be strong...

10/06/2009

Still rainy here since few days.

All is full of water, like those roses that are going to be destroyed from this excess of humidity.

Happiness is like those roses. How deep could be this happiness, we are only sure about one thing : It will be a temporary situation that anyway death will come destroy permanently. I am running as fast as I can to catch and enjoy this happiness before to be catch up by death...

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. »