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MARIE H. SIROIS

MARIE H. SIROIS

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Mon Robert Schumann

on April 5, 2019April 5, 2019 By Marie H. Sirois

1,300.00$

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SKU: mon-robert-schumann Category: Toile
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Description

Huile et tempera sur bois

35 x 48

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Huile et tempera

Bois

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Duotone. . . . . #duotone #halftone #superimposed #portrait #artist #art #painter #painting #artiststudio #artistportrait #solarsun #roses Juste parce que ce matin j’ai rejoué mes pièces musicales et que ça faisait longtemps et que je m’ennuie de ça. Autant que je suis stressée et que je veux mourir avant les expo-concerts, autant j’ai quand même ben ben ben envie de revivre ça. 🤔😑 . Pour voir le clip en entier : www.spiegelbild.ca . . . #expositionart #concert #art #installation #piano #pianist #artist #painter #peintre #peinture #installation #artinstallation #correspondance #robertschumann #clarawieck #recital #vernissage #exhibit #artexhibit #classicalmusic #musiqueclassique #spiegelbild #loveartandmusic Frida Kahlo to Diego : “It was the thirst of many years restrained in our body. Chained words which we could not say except on the lips of dreams. Everything was surrounded by the green miracle of the landscape of your body. Upon your form, the lashes of the flowers responded to my touch, the murmur of streams. There was all manner of fruits in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegranate, the horizon of the mammee and the purified pineapple. I pressed you against my breast and the prodigy of your form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my fingers. Smell of oak essence, memories of walnut, green breath of ash tree. Horizon and landscapes = I traced them with a kiss. Oblivion of words will form the exact language for understanding the glances of our closed eyes. = You are here, intangible and you are all the universe which I shape into the space of my room. Your absence springs trembling in the ticking of the clock, in the pulse of light; you breathe through the mirror. From you to my hands, I caress your entire body, and I am with you for a minute and I am with myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle which runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours. The green miracle of the landscape of my body becomes in you the whole of nature. I fly through it to caress the rounded hills with my fingertips, my hands sink into the shadowy valleys in an urge to possess and I’m enveloped in the embrace of gentle branches, green and cool. I penetrate the sex of the whole earth, her heat chars me and my entire body is rubbed by the freshness of the tender leaves. Their dew is the sweat of an ever-new lover. It’s not love, or tenderness, or affection, it’s life itself, my life, that I found when I saw it in your hands, in your mouth and in your breasts. I have the taste of almonds from your lips in my mouth. Our worlds have never gone outside. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain. Your presence floats for a moment or two as if wrapping my whole being in an anxious wait for the morning. I notice that I’m with you. At that instant still full of sensations, my hands are sunk in oranges, and my body feels surrounded by your arms." Une autre rose de terminée. (Pour une expo que je ferai du 3 au 27 octobre au centre d’art de Frelighsburg.) Et le grand papier sur le mur à la fin, c’est parce que j’ai décidé d’en dessiner une géante pour voir... . . . #dessin #drawing #graphiteonpaper #graphitedrawing #graphite #art #artiste #dessinderose #rosedrawing #flowerdrawing #dessindefleur #rose #flower #contemporaryart #artcontemporain « We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. » — Chuck Palahniuk . . 🎨 The incredulity of Saint-Thomas, Caravaggio. . . . #caravaggio #painting #art #incredulityofsaintthomas #palahniuk #creation #resurrection #eternity « He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began. » — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina . . . . . #tolstoy #tolstoyquote #annakarenina #novel #book #identity #self #twins #double #alterego #florestan #eusebius

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