I have been doing some journaling but in a random way as i’m completely out of time…can’t wait for my next holidays! Last week was one to forget as in the same day i get a fine, my husband’s three month new Mac went off and an old lady didn’t respect the stop sign and run into my car! My back is going through rough turbulences desesperately asking for a good massage… Yesterday i was caught while driving speaking on my cell…and a miracle did happen as the officer didn’t charge me. I felt at that moment that i was indeed highly protected. I need to rest I need silence I need beach sea and sun I need to come home… What are your needs? What do you wish for? Have a good week Xo
On tolerance…
Where do you come from? A simple and direct question…I come from Portugal by my father and France by my mother.I am proud of either country which i guess is certainly your case too? I witnessed a friend who is from Algeria hide it because she didn’t want to create bad vibes in a dinner! They were americans, brazilians, french citizens … all drinking caipirinhas savouring the moment. How come being a muslim is something that you have to silence? I felt in my heart all the pain, sadness, anger she carries within her, trapped and locked crying for release. The drawings above represent a step towards tolerance because they are inexperienced sketches. I prefer to post what i consider being my “good” work but it’s a kind of tribute to this friend, aventuring myself out of my comfort zone which are altered books. Don’t be afraid of others judgements or rejection they will always exist but be proud of who you are no matter what. Have a good week I will continue practicing over and over… XO
sweet memories
Foi um dos primeiros livros de scrap que realizei. Simples, com alguns dos meus tecidos azuis preferidos………e claro a minha garrafa fetiche O meu marido Luis adora escrever-me “des mots doux” que eu gardo religiosamente e que utilizo bastante nos meus trabalhos Esta foto foi tirada com o meu cão Pimba, pastor alemão lindo criado pela guarda nacional republicana,”cantava”, dormia no meu quarto, partilhavá-mos as bolachas maria as escondidas, quando o meu irmão Stephane lhe puxava os pêlos(de 5 em 5 mn!) foi sempre meigo nunca rosnou Pode-se dizer que o meu pai conseguiu captar os meus primeiros passos…é uma das minhas fotos preferidas de bébé. Estou numa fase de transição, tenho que saber utilisar o meu novo laptop mac book que é bastante mais fácil de manejo do que o pc, mas mesmo assim há muita coisa nova para integrar. Sei que estão todos ansiosos para realisar o meu workshop…está quase! Be happy enjoy create……..life is short
