tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87300188388602075182011-08-03T02:56:28.886-07:00JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-27321455321923301282011-05-03T11:17:00.000-07:002011-05-03T11:36:26.545-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2lQ5d2_Kho/TcBIolKR5II/AAAAAAAAAM0/ziXhwi_I-6U/s1600/SNV80363.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l2lQ5d2_Kho/TcBIolKR5II/AAAAAAAAAM0/ziXhwi_I-6U/s400/SNV80363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602557798456091778" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Le secret et la censure créent un long silence <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Un silence qui couvre et qui étouffe les cris <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Et les répliques aussi, et le pays nous dit <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chante et chante et chante <st1:personname productid="la France" st="on">la France</st1:personname></p><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nth5n5nGKPg/TcBIbHMp06I/AAAAAAAAAMs/RmarTxMV2fg/s1600/SNV80358.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nth5n5nGKPg/TcBIbHMp06I/AAAAAAAAAMs/RmarTxMV2fg/s400/SNV80358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602557567074685858" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">Quitte à chanter quelque chose, je chantonne l’humanité <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">Tout en demandant à ce pays d’admettre que telle est sa chance <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">Et quand les portes restent closent il s’agit de s’impliquer <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;">Car c’est de ses ecchymoses que peut se construire <st1:personname productid="la France" st="on">la France</st1:personname></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><st1:personname productid="la France" st="on"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:FR;mso-fareast-language: FR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><br /></span></st1:personname></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><st1:personname productid="la France" st="on"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:FR;mso-fareast-language: FR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Parole de <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Je chante <st1:personname productid="la France" st="on">la France</st1:personname></b> de Rocé</span></st1:personname></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><st1:personname productid="la France" st="on"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:FR;mso-fareast-language: FR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:FR;mso-fareast-language: FR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">La femme qui chante… Peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2011</span></span></st1:personname></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><st1:personname productid="la France" st="on"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:FR;mso-fareast-language: FR;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"><br /></span></st1:personname></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><st1:personname productid="la France" st="on"><br /></st1:personname></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-2732145532192330128?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-49750930189481389832010-03-08T12:20:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:50:47.116-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/S5VcXXKuY9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8nfwxKACRcw/s1600-h/SNV80187.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/S5VcXXKuY9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8nfwxKACRcw/s400/SNV80187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446360880800228306" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Les Douceurs de vivre 2". Triptyque, Peinture acrylique, 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les femmes sont comme le suspense. Plus elles éveillent l'imagination, plus elles suscitent d'émotions.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alfred Hitchcock</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-4975093018948138983?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-82473526054115984462010-03-08T11:55:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:19:24.819-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/S5VWaa-rM-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/x1wsT6LR9hY/s1600-h/SNV80034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/S5VWaa-rM-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/x1wsT6LR9hY/s400/SNV80034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446354336293270498" /></a><br /><br /> "Poésie muette" Peinture acrylique, 2010<br />La vie est un ballet ; on ne le danse qu'une fois.<br />Proverbe malinké<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-8247352605411598446?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-62792890385034976402010-01-18T08:47:00.000-08:002010-01-18T08:50:58.557-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/S1SQm8ln-TI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HLAVt8PY1SA/s1600-h/janvier+2010044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/S1SQm8ln-TI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HLAVt8PY1SA/s400/janvier+2010044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428122449661655346" border="0" /></a> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tableau Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">"On a affaire à une rêveuse totalement déconnectée de la réalité, en sautant elle a du penser qu’elle s’envolerait" VS<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Peinture acrylique, 2010<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">" Le désespoir est le suicide du coeur. "J. P. Richter</p> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-6279289038503497640?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-3337047564355952162009-12-08T06:37:00.000-08:002010-01-05T17:27:45.339-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/S0PlxD_ud2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5e17Av6dOOY/s1600-h/SNV80010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423431007333152610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/S0PlxD_ud2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5e17Av6dOOY/s400/SNV80010.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/Sx59GcjhaMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CYR0TIZ1qBk/s1600-h/SNV80007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412901351843784898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/Sx59GcjhaMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CYR0TIZ1qBk/s400/SNV80007.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center">"Rêve de monstre" Diptyque, Peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2009</div><div align="center">Les plus beaux rêves de jeunesse s'envolent aussitôt faits et, surtout, il n'est pas nécessaire d'accomplir tous ses rêves pour être heureux dans la vie. </div><div align="center">André Hallée </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-333704756435595216?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-77018884884207224702009-11-17T06:52:00.000-08:002009-11-17T07:03:53.896-08:00<div align="center">La manifestation " Les Automnales des Arts" se déroulera du 30 octobre au 21 novembre 2009 dans le cadre de la promotion de l’Art et des Artistes, au sein de la Galerie Carpe Diem à Montpeyroux, Val d’Allier, officiellement classé "Plus beaux Villages de France". </div><br /><div align="center">"Les Automnales des Arts" est une manifestation de référence au niveau régional.</div><br /><div align="center">Source : <a href="http://www.artistescontemporains.org/">http://www.artistescontemporains.org/</a></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.galerie-carpediem.odexpo.com/">http://www.galerie-carpediem.odexpo.com/</a> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Galerie d'Art Carpe Diem<br />La Grange du Seigneur<br />13 rue de la Grande Charreyre<br />63114 Montpeyroux</div><br /><div align="center">Ouvert tous les jours de 14H00 à 19H00 </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-7701888488420722470?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-10728771049389194812009-10-23T07:15:00.000-07:002009-10-23T07:42:02.342-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SuG611hhBaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/haT9ZwN0OiQ/s1600-h/SNV80005.JPG+lebo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395799262630053282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SuG611hhBaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/haT9ZwN0OiQ/s400/SNV80005.JPG+lebo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Une femme sous influence" Peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2009<br /><br />Chacun, parce qu'il pense, est seul responsable de la sagesse ou de la folie de sa vie, c'est-à-dire de sa destinée. Platon</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-1072877104938919481?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-87559917833152545982009-09-01T02:56:00.000-07:002009-09-01T03:09:07.753-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SpzwOLFDHQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g2qKJQwRPZM/s1600-h/PICT0092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376436181456329986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SpzwOLFDHQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/g2qKJQwRPZM/s400/PICT0092.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">"Dessine moi un mouton". Peinture industrielle et acrylique sur bois</div><div align="center">On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.</div><div align="center">Le petit prince. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-8755991783315254598?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-28996052700631592862009-07-20T16:44:00.001-07:002009-07-20T16:52:08.244-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SmUBrLUk7DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MJFw6263Ahw/s1600-h/SNV80007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360692772739542066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SmUBrLUk7DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MJFw6263Ahw/s400/SNV80007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Nina. Peinture industrielle, carrelage, collage magazine. 2009</div><div align="center">On ne pense plus au visage de la femme dont on voit le corps nu. </div><div align="center">Joseph Joubert. Pensées</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-2899605270063159286?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-92202383392744318602009-07-20T16:11:00.000-07:002009-07-20T16:44:30.599-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SmT-A0Uai0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/69zMCBCa140/s1600-h/SNV80006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360688746475457346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SmT-A0Uai0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/69zMCBCa140/s400/SNV80006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Fatalité au bonheur. Peinture industrielle et acrylique, collage magazine.2009<br /></div><br /><p align="center">O flots abracadabrantesquesPrenez mon cœur, qu'il soit sauvé. </p><p align="center">Poésies.Rimbaud</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-9220238339274431860?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-2307397520347982872009-06-19T01:47:00.000-07:002009-06-19T02:44:28.181-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SjtZhEciSYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FXXWcqVWWX0/s1600-h/SNV80005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348967407096580482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SjtZhEciSYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FXXWcqVWWX0/s400/SNV80005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SjtVAeOvQQI/AAAAAAAAADs/aao1xXsW2fE/s1600-h/SNV80006.JPG"></a><div><br />Le chikhai bardo</div><div></div><div>Plonge-toi dans cette lumière. Rejetant toute croyance en un ego, tout attachement à ton illusoire personnalité, dissous son Non-être dans l'Etre et sois libéré. Peu nombreux sont ceux qui, n'ayant pas été capables d'atteindre la Libération au cours de leur vie, l'atteignent à ce moment si fugitif qu'il peut être dit sans durée. Les autres, sous l'effet de l'effroi ressenti comme un choc mortel, perdent connaissance.</div><div>Livre tibétain des morts </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-230739752034798287?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-21318859598739428542009-04-19T11:40:00.000-07:002009-04-19T12:14:43.322-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SetwaqV1CKI/AAAAAAAAADM/paqYwOZfg7o/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326474587640498338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SetwaqV1CKI/AAAAAAAAADM/paqYwOZfg7o/s400/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> "L’Empire Intérieur" peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2009</div><div><br />En chacun de nous existe un autre être que nous ne connaissons pas. Il nous parle à travers le rêve et nous fait savoir qu'il nous voit bien différent de ce que nous croyons être.</div><div>Carl Gustav Jung<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-2131885959873942854?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-90281288644764400782009-03-17T12:37:00.000-07:002009-03-17T12:56:34.465-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/Sb_8sFgiEeI/AAAAAAAAADE/DVWsmtZpljg/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314243919643546082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/Sb_8sFgiEeI/AAAAAAAAADE/DVWsmtZpljg/s400/PICT0001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"Venus bleue" peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2009<br /><br />Là un dard venimeux Là un socle trompeur Plus loin Une souche à demi-trempée Dans un liquide saumâtre Plein de décoctions D’acide… Qui vous rongerait les os et puis L’inévitable Clairière amie Vaste, accueillante Les fruits à portée de main Et les délices divers Dissimulés dans les entrailles d’une canopée Plus haut que les nues… Elle est née des caprices Elle est née des caprices Pommes d’or, pêches de diamant Pommes d’or, pêches de diamant Des cerises qui rosissaient ou grossissaient Lorsque deux doigts s’en emparaient La pluie et la rosée La pluie et la rosée Toutes ces choses avec lesquelles Il était bon d’aller Guidé par une étoile Peut-être celle-là Première à éclairer la nuit Première à éclairer la nuit Première à éclairer la nuit Vénus Vénus Vénus<br /> ALAIN BASHUNG<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-9028128864476440078?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-5299674091943402742009-02-12T13:03:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:45:14.213-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZSPjrumgxI/AAAAAAAAACw/BE9QWb6DLnI/s1600-h/P2120355.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302020504518296338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZSPjrumgxI/AAAAAAAAACw/BE9QWb6DLnI/s400/P2120355.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Trésor de coco'', peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2009</div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ici nous sommes seul, ta main dans la mienne </div><div align="center">elle se pose et repose...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Song untitled</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-529967409194340274?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-1955694273458758822009-02-12T12:50:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:03:10.825-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZSNIupD-3I/AAAAAAAAACo/EXb2A8MtN5Y/s1600-h/n732024123_1038033_5582.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302017842420644722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZSNIupD-3I/AAAAAAAAACo/EXb2A8MtN5Y/s400/n732024123_1038033_5582.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p> </p><p>Malena, peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2009</p><p>La beauté devient vivante et intéressante lorsqu'elle est habitée </p><p align="center">Monica bellucci</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-195569427345875882?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-91061048265455707552009-02-12T12:36:00.000-08:002009-02-12T12:49:52.460-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZSJhPr_aKI/AAAAAAAAACg/USpKuGpT7Io/s1600-h/P2110342.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302013865561647266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZSJhPr_aKI/AAAAAAAAACg/USpKuGpT7Io/s400/P2110342.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Drippé, peinture industrielle, 2008<br /><br />L'imagination est plus importante que le savoir.<br /><div align="center">Albert Einstein<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-9106104826545570755?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-68934156536462359582009-02-12T12:22:00.000-08:002009-02-12T12:36:25.852-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZSGSLKbyQI/AAAAAAAAACY/87w8ry9xkfg/s1600-h/P2110326.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302010308114237698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZSGSLKbyQI/AAAAAAAAACY/87w8ry9xkfg/s400/P2110326.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Les déplaisirs'', peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2008<br /><br /> Il faut faire du noir une couleur de lumière.<br /><div align="center">Clémence Boulouque</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-6893415653646235958?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-76942280331803989642009-02-12T11:52:00.000-08:002009-02-12T12:20:28.421-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZR_RN1dJBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fuLJifewVSg/s1600-h/P2110338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302002595070288914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZR_RN1dJBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fuLJifewVSg/s400/P2110338.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZR-hCSMP_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Zep7i5KWzwI/s1600-h/P2110339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302001767335870450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZR-hCSMP_I/AAAAAAAAACI/Zep7i5KWzwI/s400/P2110339.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">je suis jaloux de la lune, parce que tu la regardes</div><div align="center">jalouxdu soleil, parce qu'il te réchauffe</div><div align="center">je te touche même quand je ne touche pas</div><div align="center">je te parle même quand je ne te parle pas</div><div align="center">je t'aime, même quand je ne t'aime pas.</div><div align="center">Je t'aime</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-7694228033180398964?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-41142923220272601992009-02-12T04:31:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:38:18.142-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZQYDiYthdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TvaFIt1YXv0/s1600-h/P2100319.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301889110371042770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZQYDiYthdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TvaFIt1YXv0/s400/P2100319.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Jaillir en éclaboussant'', encre, 2008</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Ce qui importe par-dessus tout dans une oeuvre d'art, c'est la profondeur vitale de laquelle elle a pu jaillir.</div><div align="center">James Joyce</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-4114292322027260199?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-36608056329148046642009-02-12T04:23:00.000-08:002009-02-12T04:31:43.409-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZQV0KRa-AI/AAAAAAAAABw/AZMudux7_60/s1600-h/P2110323.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301886647176722434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZQV0KRa-AI/AAAAAAAAABw/AZMudux7_60/s400/P2110323.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> 38 500, peinture industrielle, 2008<br /><br /><div>Mieux vaut n'penser à rien. Que n'pas penser du tout. Rien c'est déjà. Rien c'est déjà beaucoup ...</div><div align="center">Serge gainsbourg</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-3660805632914804664?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-7356313331590002282009-02-11T11:26:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:29:13.957-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMmzwE-VQI/AAAAAAAAABg/tWLFdh0JsiY/s1600-h/P2110354.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301623856866153730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMmzwE-VQI/AAAAAAAAABg/tWLFdh0JsiY/s400/P2110354.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"Desert rouge'', peinture acrylique, 2007<br /><br /><br />Dans le désert, la tourmente de l'âme se change en ennui. Au contact des êtres susceptibles de les comprendre, les peines s'attisent.<br /><div align="center">Roger Lemelin</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-735631333159000228?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-22866577662757969742009-02-11T11:07:00.000-08:002009-02-11T11:36:06.174-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMoX3EbjZI/AAAAAAAAABo/VJhrZ8n6BF0/s1600-h/P2110336.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301625576729841042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMoX3EbjZI/AAAAAAAAABo/VJhrZ8n6BF0/s400/P2110336.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>"Divine'' carrelage, papier magazine, peinture acrylique, 2008 </div><div><br /> </div><div>Le femme est le rayon de la lumière divine.</div><br /><div align="center">Djalal al-dîn Rûmi</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-2286657766275796974?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-27853187081006479202009-02-11T10:04:00.000-08:002009-02-11T10:26:04.980-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMTkz6g36I/AAAAAAAAAA4/uVbY7bpHZHI/s1600-h/P2110360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301602709477056418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMTkz6g36I/AAAAAAAAAA4/uVbY7bpHZHI/s400/P2110360.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"Le singe sur la croix'' Peintures industrielle et acrylique, 2008<br /><br />Seule une grande peine ou une grande joie peuvent révéler ta vérité. - Si tu désires être révélé, tu dois danser nu au soleil ou porter ta croix.<br /><div align="center">Khalil Gibran<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-2785318708100647920?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-14453459285405746932009-02-11T09:40:00.000-08:002009-02-11T09:55:57.603-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMOAcekb6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/WA4X9BJTZ_M/s1600-h/P2110356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301596587152404386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMOAcekb6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/WA4X9BJTZ_M/s400/P2110356.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"Femme Sensuelle'' peinture industrielle 2008<br /><br />Il y a quelque chose d'odieux dans la beauté dès qu'elle prend conscience d'elle-même, dès qu'elle devient sensuelle.<br /><div align="center">Anne-Sophie Brasme</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-1445345928540574693?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-16047548139991433842009-02-11T09:13:00.000-08:002009-02-11T09:40:44.227-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMH151wRnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WOGjk65JTIs/s1600-h/P2110321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301589808985949810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMH151wRnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WOGjk65JTIs/s400/P2110321.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"Nylon smile'' peinture industrielle, acrylique 2008<br /><br /><div></div><div>Seule l'explosion intérieure permet de briller.</div><div align="center">Paulo Coelho</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-1604754813999143384?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730018838860207518.post-32401844671279074322009-02-11T08:56:00.000-08:002009-02-11T09:13:08.872-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMER7An9YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JHF7k4Fgwdc/s1600-h/P2110322.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301585892289803650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zv05LBs6G4A/SZMER7An9YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JHF7k4Fgwdc/s400/P2110322.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />''Women-Femme'' peinture industrielle, Janvier 2009<br /><br />Cette femme s'avance ; que son air est modeste ! Elle ne lève les yeux que pour voir si les autres femmes sont aussi modestes qu'elle.<br /><div align="center">Charles Rivière-Dufresny<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730018838860207518-3240184467127907432?l=odoredifemina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JIMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075145213185632385noreply@blogger.com0