Sometimes I have no words to describe the what, why and how of some work. Sometimes it feels finish. Sometimes it needs finished. Sometimes I need to pause and stay back. Observe the observing. Parfois, je n’ai pas de mots pour décrire le pourquoi et le comment d’un travail. Parfois, il semble terminé. Parfois, ilContinue reading “This and that,”
Hey everyone, I don’t post often and I’m a bit of a reclusive artist (if there’s such a term) but I feel it’s time to head out again and tell stories with shapes and forms, nuances and movements. I tend to work with metal, glass and wood but since Ukraine’s war, or rather Russian’s insidiousContinue reading “Something’s cooking ~”
There is natural flow with the intricate variations of intensity and nuances during the passing of a storm. Much like water streaming down a brook contouring it’s bed and boundaries or the aging lines of a sun bleached drift wood, the temperamental currents of a thunderstorm can inspire and delight the muse
Ca fait déjà depuis le début de la guerre en Ukraine qu’un desire de “faire quelque chose” surgis.
Si j’étais l’oiseau des hauteurs If I were a high flying bird
” If you say that something goes in one ear and out the other, you mean that someone pays no attention to it, or forgets about it immediately. That rubbish goes in one ear and out the other.” Filters of perceptions surrounds and entraps. Is the intent to make us safe and secure?…