21 décembre 2008
Book of Flowers III
Ceci n'est pas une rose de Noël.
This is not a Christmas rose.
Aquarelle, gouache, feutre - La Source aux Bois
Watercolour, gouache, ink pen - La Source aux Bois
16 décembre 2008
Carnet de Motifs Floraux/Flower Patterns Sketchbook
Obsédée par les fleurs, je tiens un carnet de croquis où je compile à l'aquarelle, encre et collages tous motifs floraux rencontrés dans les magazines. Non seulement c'est un excellent exercice graphique mais cela me permet de faire baisser la pile de revues que j'aurais tendance à accumuler chez moi...
Obsessed with flowers, I regularly work on a sketchbook devoted only to flower patterns found in magazines, using mainly watercolor, ink and collage. Not only it is an excellent graphic exercise, but it also enables me to bring down the number of magazines that tend to pile up at home...
Croquis/collage inspiré par un canapé et un reportage sur les textiles indiens
vus dans le Elle Déco de Mars 2007
Sketch/collage inspired by a designer's sofa as well as an article on Indian fabrics
featured in Elle Déco of March 2007
11 décembre 2008
Hippie Girls
Flower power !
I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn't seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me
Then I knew (I knew... I knew... I knew... I knew)
She could make me happy (happy... happy)
(She could make me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (in her hair)
Flowers everywhere (everywhere)
(I love the flower girl)
Oh I don't know just why; she simply caught my eye
(I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind; she crept into my mind
(To my mind... to my mind)
I knew I had to say hello (hello... hello)
She smiled up at me
And she took my hand and we walked through the park alone
And I knew (I knew... I knew... I knew... I knew)
She could make me happy (happy... happy)
(She could make me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (in her hair)
Flowers everywhere (everywhere)
(I love the flower girl)
Oh I don't know just why; she simply caught my eye
(I love the flower girl)
She seemed so sweet and kind; she crept into my mind
(To my mind ... to my mind)
Suddenly, the sun broke through
(See the sun)
I turned around and she was gone
(Where did she go)
And all I had left was one little flower in my hand
But I knew (I knew... I knew... I knew... I knew)
She had made me happy (happy... happy)
(She had made me very happy)
Flowers in her hair (in her hair)
Flowers everywhere (everywhere)
(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality or just a dream to me
(I love the flower girl)
Her love showed me the way to find a sunny day
(Sunny day... sunny day... sunny day)
(I love the flower girl)
Was she reality or just a dream to me
Autochromes d'Alfonse Van Besten (1865-1926)