Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Turning red

Turning red
I feel vibrant in your company
You tint my feverish cheek 
In a warm shade of cherry
When you whisper your fantasy
Of what you want from my body
Ardent dancer you are unique
And this tango...sigh...the end of me

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Mad World

Mad World
Some days, I just can't understand 
Why you should wake up from dreamland
What is the point in trying? 
If ugliness and darkness are the ones winning?
Are all the efforts worth the agitation?
When everything may just be a fucking illusion
Fed up with this mad world!

PS: Love this song but today it's making me sad to listen to it! 

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Happy Holi!

Happy Holi to all my Indian's friends!
Like this color celebration, wish I could see that for myself one day. :-D

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Mist and Will

Even when everything is blurry
Covered with heavy cold mist
Spring always awaken some beauty
With strong willpower to resist
That hope for a new beginning.


Sunday, March 20, 2016

Ghost tears

Strange how people miss you
The moment you let go
The instant you become a memory
Instead of treasuring your company
When the ghost was still made of flesh

Piece of paper watercolor

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Street Art Santiago by Lord K2


Santiago, with its deeply evolved and extremely active underground graffiti scene, bursts at the seams with an abundance of eye-popping, jaw-dropping murals. Stencil graffiti artist Lord K2 documents 14 neighborhoods within the capital of Chile with his arresting photography and intimate conversations with local artists.

Through more than 200 images and 80 interviews, learn how street art was influenced by American, European, and Brazilian graffiti and how its evolution runs parallel to the political history of the nation itself.

During the Cold War, nationalist muralist brigades spread socialist idealism through symbols of power and oppression. Santiago’s repressed lower classes gradually usurped the art form, and murals eventually became a weapon of resistance.

This vibrant city, with its array of distinct cultural districts, now invites you to experience its fascinating and tightly knit artistic community that has flourished since the fall of Pinochet’s dictatorship in 1990.

I was discussing Design and Art with a graphic designer from Ecuador recently, who was having the same thoughts that these artists in this awesome book.
Latin America has taken some time to figure out what were their artistic and cultural roots because they were often copying what was done in America.
And when you see the richness of the drawings and paintings represented in this book, it's a very good thing that artists are coming back to their country artistic richness and beauty

I've really enjoyed the quotes that explain the personal vision of street art and graffiti from the different artists. Personally, using art to brighten a neighborhood and children views, it's a great way to express your creativity.

This book told you about Art and especially the varity encountered and expressed in Santiago, Chile.
Really like how it was written and made.
A great one!

About the Author
Lord K2 (David Sharabani) is a London-born photographer and stencil graffiti artist. His works have been featured in galleries in New York, London, and Tel Aviv. He is currently working on a number of projects. For updates:

*Arc provided by Edelweiss
I received this book in exchange of a fair and honest review.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Serene Acceptance

Serene Acceptance
You do not complete my existence
You just add intensity to my reality
If fierce flames emerge in our presence
Infinite possibilities will define our destiny     



Nude Sketch

Nude Sketch

Except my obsession for hands, I don't draw people as I'm having trouble with nose and lips.

But for some time now, I'm trying body part and nude.
There is something beautiful in the lines and shape of a corpse. And I find women bodies softer, more round and easier to start.
I may continue on this road and even try a portrait one day!
LOL...laughing in advance...

Monday, March 14, 2016

Pont de Billancourt

Pont de Billancourt

I live nearby and I often take this bridge to catch the Tramway.
Everytime, I'm looking at the Seine to see if people are rowing, if the water is calm or agitated. The scenary changes, the colors too depending of the weather and the season.

I'm enjoying this crossing even if the view is not spectacular. On the other side, you can spot the Eiffel Tour from afar but strangely, it's always this road I'm taking. :-D
I guess, I'm a creature of habit!

Anyway, after taking a lot of pics during the past year, I've finally decided to paint my bridge!

The water was a bit muddy so it may look like grass. Lol!


Crazy Mermaid
A mixed between Medusa hair and a peaceful sirene. LOL!

One of my friend was talking about her love of mermaid and I thought I will try to draw one with pastels.
It's my first try and it's not at all what I'd remember from by childhood, especially my crayola days.

It's actually easy to use and not blending how I've pictured it in my mind. It will be great for landscape but I really think I'm craving paint.
Of course, I will keep going to learn about this medium and to see the possibilites I will have as soon as I will master it more.

Will also probably mess with acrylic as my Bday is coming and I'm looking to treat myself to something I'm sure I will use that will make me happy.
And art is always a good way to do so!

A3 Pastels

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Bouncing Heart

Blue ballpoint pen

Bouncing Heart
He can skip a beat just at the very thought of you...

Was listening to Nat King Cole. :-D
Never let me listen to sentimental music or you see whatis happening!

To be honest, I was just on my way to draw a hand when I've started to create this doodle with my pen.
The proportion are a bit messy with the thumb and the lines a bit rough.

Flowers doodle

Flowers doodle

I was having a Skype meeting and I may have started to draw while on call! LOL!
It was something just to pass the time and to play with my 4 color ball pen...
And I can assure you, I was paying attention!

Piece of paper
Color Ball pen

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Dancing to the end of love

Dancing to the end of love
Like Leonard Cohen voice and every time I hear this song,
I want to me lead in a middle of a wild tango!

Messed up the face but I like the movement.


Saturday, March 5, 2016


Just because we were talking about island so much lately... So I've wanted to escape!

Friday, March 4, 2016

Meet me under the Sakura Tree

Meet me under the Sakura Tree

There is a book in French called "I Wish Someone Were Waiting for Me Somewhere" by Anna Gavalda.
Thought of this story while I was trying to paint this cherry blossom tree.

The different pink didn't dry the way I wanted them too but I feel a movement. Maybe the wind was really blowing.

As for the invitation, it's pending!
Wish I was able to meet you under a Sakura tree... :-D

The shooting star

The shooting star

Let me tell you the story of a little star, one who appears every night after the sun has departed.

In the vast somber coat of the sky, illuminated by the round face of the smiling moon, she was surrounded my billion versions of herself. All pretty, all shinny. Part of a family, she was happy.

For a long time, playing hide and seek with the planets made her smile. Winking brightly at the loving couples embracing themselves tenderly under her watch made her proud. Listening to the human wishes calling upon her magic for happiness, wealth or health made her sparkle more.

Until the moment where her splendid yellow dress started to pale.  Out of the blue, the color was vanishing and she was having no clue about what was happening.

Night after night, she was sighing. Worrying about her lack of beauty, of purpose. Thinking she was unable to enchant humanity anymore, she felt unworthy.

And for the first time, after spending an eternity in company of the universe, she was feeling lonely.

One night, she confided in the Moon.
“I wish someone will see me, understand me with all my imperfections and still love Me.”
“Careful about what you wish for. You may get it in a different way you expect.”
The star stayed silent with a determinate look on her face.
Seeing her stubbornness, Lady Luna added in a motherly tone, when kissing the little one goodbye: “Just remember, you are already a unique jewel in this night sky. You don’t need anybody attention for this fact to become true. You are who you are.”

Fate was in motion.

Since we all have our own journey and experiences to learn from, advices can be heard but at the end, we are the masters of our own choices.
But even stars have dreams to follow…

Few Lunar circles later, a spaceship landed with lot of noises, bringing some animation into the celestial void. Excitation was vibrating in the night world. Even our little star brighten up at the disruption of her routine.

A human, in a huge suit, was dancing his way on the surface. Making strange signs with pen and paper in his hands. Her curiosity was even more picked when she saw the man looking intensely her way, while sorting out tools and wood from his space home.

Every day under her close watch, he was disturbing her peace. Strangely different, he was nevertheless funny to follow. Patiently without any rush, he was building a huge ladder to reach the sky. For whatever reasons, she didn’t know, but was staring to hope.
Until one night, with a proud look on his face, he deployed the immense engin.

Then, with a rag and a very sweet smelling pot, he climbed in her direction. Among all the bright spots of the constellations, he stopped under her south branch.

Panicked, the little fading star in her pale dress was trying to mask her flaws. Incandescent she was not anymore and at the thought, she wanted to shy away. But where could she hide when he was already invading her space?

Without asking permission, he started to dust her tears away. Whispering sweet words while scrubbing her of insecurities. Her heart escaped through every new rays of light that were shining again. Falling for the fragrance of the polish he was applying on her, she was glowing, night after night, under his care.
She was overjoyed: all her adornments looked bright new and her wishes had come true.

But the little star was so focused on appearances, on her own egotistical thoughts that she has forgotten to listen to the reality whispering around her. She has failed to notice how sparkling all the stars were in their glowing finery.

Since every night, when she was dreaming,  the man was shifting the ladder to dust the rest of the universe. Now, hearing his wonderful work being praised by so many, she felt even more lonely. That’s when a new sigh of understanding echoed from her heart.
He was the polisher of the night, the one who brought faith and hope to the lost lights.

Remembering the Moon warning, the little star took some time to examine her options, her emotions, her dreams. She could feel the chaos inside, the unrequited love.
She had become a falling star.

Even if we cannot attract what we deeply want, we can still cherish what we get.

Taking off to travel the galaxy, she has filled herself with the love she has felt to become a wonderful shooting star. One you can wish upon every time you see her flying in the night. Now, just be sure to choose wisely what you wish for.


A4 Black
Color pencils

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Right now

*Right now*

In search of appeasement, 
No promise or tale
Let me be free, break the spell 
No more enchantement
Only you and me
Here in this moment.



Alone Together

Alone Together

Music surrounds us seductively
No words just a sexy melody
The promise of a nice soirée
Under my eyelashes, I glance your way

Your desire stares back openly
Aroused by this urgency
My thoughts become blurry

Sorry, have you spoken to me ?
Was caught up in a naughty fantasy 
Where your mouth was already on me.

You approach with a knowing smile, 
How can you always read my mind?

Your lips answers mines hungrily 
Forget the slow, the lovely
Let’s see if our burning reality 
Can surpass my fantasy.