Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Egypt...
At this time of year light is so scarce that painting becomes quite a difficult task. So, whilst waiting for the right opportunities I have been imagining, and dreaming too... about Egypt ! Quite exotic this land seems to me. So I tried very hard to draw a very mysterious looking, and typical, Egyptian house. It did actually take me much concentarion and effort...
Just to figure out to myself that it is probably only after a long journey that one comes so close to ones roots !
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Fiddler and Donkey...
My son finds it a bit disappointing to discover so rarely new posts on Tales of Tingting, and he finds that I ought to show my paintings whilst they are slowly progressing to their achieved status. So today is a first try.
I positionned my main subjects with a yellowish chalk on my very light "antique white" background, a wandering donkey and a fiddler... The donkey does seem a bit too low, and the fiddlar too far away from the beast. I shall arrange that as soon as I can !
The photo is not terrific at all, but it is only a draft...
I positionned my main subjects with a yellowish chalk on my very light "antique white" background, a wandering donkey and a fiddler... The donkey does seem a bit too low, and the fiddlar too far away from the beast. I shall arrange that as soon as I can !
The photo is not terrific at all, but it is only a draft...
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
DALMALNING : OM BRÖLLOPET I KANA...
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
THROUGH CHILDRENS EYES
ONCE UPON A TIME
Painting of my grand mother, then aged 16, sewing.
It has been made by her uncle ; the picture is directly realized on wood.
It has been made by her uncle ; the picture is directly realized on wood.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
AT THE BEGINNING
Our childhood is like the "once upon a time" of a tale. As the years go by, faces of those who have surrounded us with love, sung and spoken voices, the feeling of a warm hand in ours become one whole perception.
Sometimes, as we close ours eyes and recall, very strong feelings of what might feel so very right, and what may on the contrary not really be a truthfull part of ourselves swarms up.
The very essence of the intimacy of our being help us imagine that we have followed the path of life, and have been initiated through time.
Keeping an everyday authenticity, and integrity may need a language in colour, texture and shapes for thoughts and feelings.
Sometimes, as we close ours eyes and recall, very strong feelings of what might feel so very right, and what may on the contrary not really be a truthfull part of ourselves swarms up.
The very essence of the intimacy of our being help us imagine that we have followed the path of life, and have been initiated through time.
Keeping an everyday authenticity, and integrity may need a language in colour, texture and shapes for thoughts and feelings.
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