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DOISNEAU MAIL-ART / PREVERT

This is not the first time I mention the art on this blog post and four-leaf clovers, which are just because I have my mascot for "gift" to find very easily. Here are gathered on an A4 envelope to the attention of Christine, who sent me this beautiful specimen called "the way is clear."

I assume that this envelope is a gateway to creativity, happiness and adventure! Christine reminds me in his letter that a mail-art call on the theme DOISNEAU / PREVERT short right now. It's my turn to answer in the form of a poem, which I refer here the words:

In a green meadow, I found four-leaf clovers
There were as many as
starred in my dreams And when I saw these lovers kissing in Rome
Doisneau I thought, at first glance

Would have liked to see in these green umbrellas
symbols of luck, faith, love and hope
May they bring you what you dream of having
For each clover is a word of inventory.

Anecdotally, it was finding a four leaf clover in the garden of his house Omonville-la-Petite (Manche) and Prévert had decided to buy it. The writer Louise de Vilmorin had made its emblem, it drew in his correspondence.

Christine Leroy and Roswitha Guillemin facilitate workshops "Completely stamped", and regularly launch calls mail art.

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As you noticed, I am fashion "holiday" on this blog. The Collective Exhibition of PhotoGraff (see note Tat here and the ticket of the exhibition on PGC here), the cleaning the old theater Graffé the Hermitage and a wedding in Italy with all my energy picked up in recent weeks, this blog is idling. So what has been getting me out of my hole? Well, a single vision, a snapshot of the street.

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I will not talk about graffiti no or maybe so but as the evocation of a paint ... Every morning I spend Velib in front of Beaubourg, and that's where I caught a scene sadly comical. With hindsight, I find myself suddenly plunged into a theater. A transvestite is recovering lipstick before going to drag his misery, probably in search of something happening while a homeless person gives his food to his brothers empty greyness I call the winged vermin.

I make a series of shots, not too close ... and then turns around and blonde wig fixed my goal. There, when I see this picture (unfortunately a bit dark), I feel like a thief. This look is disturbing, and I wonder. This requires a certain audacity to broadcast an image that can disturb the emotional impact. The uptake of human distress has sometimes related to voyeurism, especially when it affects almost prostitution. When someone says TAKE a picture, it's not nothing. It takes a bit of his soul too, and here I am surprised to be taken. I guess at that time which must pass through the head of this character who, tired of selling his body on the cheap, is being "shot" like a freak ... pretend destroyed, he sat on the toilet , head down to hide his suffering.

The incongruity of the scene has mostly been my imagination, as it could be that of a layer of everyday modern caricature, in which a couple is getting ready to go before work, the woman at her toilet and the man in the mouthful to give brats before him to school. But here, the focus is limited to the borders of a manhole cover fixed to the pavement amidst a bunch of pigeons and a dirty mirror SANISETTE, referring to the faces of passers the back of a soiled coin droppings. The image of this unfortunate couple remain engraved in my mind as the symbol of a social farce in which the cruel reality of the world is reflected in every gesture wounded in every face forgotten, ignored in every moment of the lives of these marginal . Us and Them son walking on parallel never meet otherwise than by turning of a news item, when a person dies ...

There. Now I return to my own life, you mentioned in passing that the varnish removal of the exhibition at the gallery PGC Confluence , 190 bd de Charonne in Paris 20th, takes place this Friday, July 24 from 18.30. WELCOME!

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EXPO IN STUDIO STREET DIES OF ART: DEBRIEFING

I'm hardly present on the blogs these days because I am Rather, in real life. I Pl. for nearly a month on 20 texts for the exhibition that I mentioned in previous post. You can find them in their entirety in Tat Eye and Paris- emotion. The exhibition in the workshop of Columbus was a first for us three, and it made me want to do more! Alternating with two collages of the artist, it ended in a sunny garden in a friendly and artistic!

I publish a poem here not shown in the photo exhibition to accompany "A New " Tat, who had required to write the text itself on its picture. The story is that neither one nor the other we were on our concerted texts ... which finally for one and both are variations on this theme, until the form, since Tat also wrote his "R" in blue capital letters;)

And not to be R este, here is the quatrain that I'm most proud of writing for one picture Francis, who said to me all the work of my two friends:

It is these images which we can not say anything for fear of
to dim their luster a sigh
For their ephemeral beauty is enough to look
So I let the eyes that language must be silent.

left, Tat photos, right, photo Francis

I invite you to see a greater impact on their respective pages

New R

The lett R e comes in the words of oxygen
a course, Room R e, which does not fail,
bubbles that fly by blowing through my veins The fifth
R s lib R are reportable R power R loves R in worm R R s liv es .

I am the daughter of R , an Eve who R Eve
you Tonight I p R ends t R ain time louse R any R eviva R e
L'ho R Izon of your eyes, pa R smoke your OWCs R ,

What I have felt that once batt R e cons mine
R espirit inches under your R 're the could R Summer has R cannot
Printer our co R ps a stir ve R s hands, I'm

these R garlic Fe R who your b R have ove R ts
Pa R alleles obscurity R es that do both teams to meet R ent point where
son of souls Conve R gent throughout this beautiful Ethe R !

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Some memories collages R EU MEU R T R A T that day, a Grand thank you to him, again!

I. Toussaint Louverture




II. JEAN JAURES