When the sun rises I think of a new day as a new world I want to meet. So,in my eyes I see the colour of a rose full of dew drops. In my mind are all the wonderful places i saw or hope to see and in my heart there is the emotion of a new adventure. Come with me in my world of beauty!

House of roses

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Carl Jung
The more frightening the world becomes...the more art becomes abstract.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Mysterious forest

Listen...the voices
Smell the skin of the trees
and think.
You are alone,
you and your emotions,
deep in the forest.
Look up,
there are blue shadows...
The fingers of God.

Ecoute… les voix
Sens la peau des arbres
Et pense.
Tu es seul,
Toi et tes émotions,
Dans la profondeur de la forêt.
Regarde en haut
Il y a des ombres bleues...
Les doigts de Dieu.