l'orchestre reprend la romance
qui grisait le monde aboli
dans mes bras madame O démence
démon que vous êtes joli
au coeur même de la cadence
qu'est-ce qui bat comme un tambour
c'est cependant la même danse
mais ce n'est plus le même amour...
>[Louis ARAGON, de "Valse du Tcheliabtraktrostroi"]
châtelaillon-plage [2008] oil on linen; 45 x 60 cm
an old shoe store, long shuttered up, glass panes blackened, but still displaying hand-painted silhouettes of the shoes it had offered within...
[delicate, elegant shoes, sturdy, practical boots that had once graced the seaside manors and strolled along these breezy shores of the french atlantic coast...]
insurmountable walls shield what cannot be seen, but the smell is unmistakable...that earthy, sweaty scent of horses and hay wafting out from the high grilled windows...the faint sounds of the impatient snorting of powerful beasts in captivity...
[on a dark side street off the boulevard henri IV, spectres of armoured horses glide silently by, mindful of the timid observers hiding in the shadows...]
along the charente [2008] oil and acrylic on canvas; 75 x 100 cm
the rivers of france...the lifelines of a yielding and bountiful land...we follow some to the sea and we follow some to their source, but always the flow of the water lulls us along...
may the year take flight to many more fortuitous adventures and some high-kicking footloose creativity...
to all an auspicious and exalted 2008!
