tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46339887523859086842024-03-13T23:57:29.637-07:00JURGAJURGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301311145459492664noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633988752385908684.post-46865811454000608622015-06-24T06:14:00.003-07:002015-06-24T06:14:46.392-07:00BOOK Jurga Sculpteur <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And here it goes!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My book!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My first and my beautiful book has just arrived!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Have a look at the cover! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Me at the printing house, taking some important decisions of color shades. No errors, please! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My home is full of printing scent, it is NOT exciting, it is simply THRILLING!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Size: 28,7x24,5</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">76 pages</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Both in French and in English</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am signing a few books before posting them to my faithful fans :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you would like to order a book, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">please contact my editor, Catherine Zivi </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She will provide you with all the necessary information about how to acquire the book! </span><br />
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Yours, JURGA </div>
<br />JURGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301311145459492664noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633988752385908684.post-87742751970139533872011-10-28T09:44:00.000-07:002011-10-28T10:09:35.363-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Grandeur nature.</div><div>Je voudrais faire grand, que grand.<div>Il y a tellement plus d'élan, de liberté et de l'espace.</div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span><span></span></span><br /></div><div>Je n'aime pas expliquer mes pièces.</div><div>Alors je mets que les photos, elles vont parler elles mêmes.</div>Chacun trouvera sa propre vérité...</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMx4WouRCTc/TqrhT2OwDuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dw42cLkRWhs/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pMx4WouRCTc/TqrhT2OwDuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dw42cLkRWhs/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668590812090339042" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PTVNKwyvX3g/TqrhPsbaVGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3LZI1Q_1yM0/s1600/12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PTVNKwyvX3g/TqrhPsbaVGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3LZI1Q_1yM0/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668590740739609698" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJOfWiGeBKE/TqrhFHljhJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xr-ijJMWHgo/s1600/9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJOfWiGeBKE/TqrhFHljhJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xr-ijJMWHgo/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668590559051351186" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-zLfcJmseE/Tqrg7E6ocpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OCDegHUA7Gg/s1600/8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-zLfcJmseE/Tqrg7E6ocpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OCDegHUA7Gg/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668590386535756434" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEXrsOsLJWw/Tqrg0VW3BHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3ujEL2Vd73s/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEXrsOsLJWw/Tqrg0VW3BHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3ujEL2Vd73s/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668590270690034802" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYVsQ1AYXBc/Tqrgm3KlQDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Clu_3eQ8njs/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYVsQ1AYXBc/Tqrgm3KlQDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Clu_3eQ8njs/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668590039247175730" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cbPvC7zVv0/TqrfdimEfkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9BirT1QsmX8/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /><br /></a></span><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>JURGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301311145459492664noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633988752385908684.post-2750884615131846962010-07-10T09:27:00.000-07:002010-07-12T04:52:25.018-07:00<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDijiI-DfXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Et2zMjmxD8w/s1600/imagesCA0KYJ13.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492319552496958834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDijiI-DfXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Et2zMjmxD8w/s320/imagesCA0KYJ13.jpg" /></a>Chaïm Soutine, né en Lituanie, le 9 juin 1893 et mort à Paris, le 9 août 1943, est un peintre français.<br /><br />Peu expansif, introverti et secret « Soutine resta une énigme impossible à déchiffrer jusqu’à la fin. Ses toiles sont les seules clefs véritables qui ouvrent la voie de cet homme déroutant.»<br /><br />Sa peinture est déroutante aussi. Comme toute sa vie.<br /><br />Éperdument amoureuse de lui et de sa peinture, j'ai beaucoup travaillé la terre en me basant sur sa peinture. Cela m'a permis de mieux comprendre sa souffrance et sa passion.<br /><br />J'aimerais tellement avoir sa ténacité...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Parfois je m'attache à sa peinture jusqu'à en souffrir, parfois, je me mets à la place de ses personnages. Comme si je vivais leurs vies. Parfois, je me laisse aller ou alors je vois ses personnages changer leurs positions et leurs expressions... pour pouvoir partir quelque part...</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Quel univers... Je regrette de ne pas pouvoir y habiter.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492985791396897154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDsBeWR64YI/AAAAAAAAALM/0jCU6di9Ews/s200/004_SoutineGirlRed.jpg" /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDikJmJ6b_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ph5j9GtWXmE/s1600/7.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDsBGZjF1aI/AAAAAAAAALE/xBcnNTdmKLY/s1600/004_SoutineGirlRed.jpg"></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492980450889569698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDr8nfVwFaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0s549tVBgtA/s320/Chaim+Soutine,+Fillette+en+Robe+Rose.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDiywZ5eGXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NJt-OMV5kAM/s1600/Photo2+413.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492326460754269554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDip0QO8lXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lFUeDh-oiII/s320/1.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDiqI_S3EqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4fBlT3FkZMI/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492326816984535714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDiqI_S3EqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4fBlT3FkZMI/s320/3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDiqpCyDYaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P4SdrqUtDK8/s1600/Copie+de+Photo2+416.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492327367676486050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDiqpCyDYaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/P4SdrqUtDK8/s320/Copie+de+Photo2+416.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDiq_E8d0XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xAaejp5RoZw/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492327746214154610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/TDiq_E8d0XI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xAaejp5RoZw/s320/17.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>JURGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301311145459492664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633988752385908684.post-73080647896524590092010-02-26T08:43:00.000-08:002010-02-28T07:31:09.894-08:00Pourquoi le monde infantile me parle tant?<br />C'est à cause de (ou) grâce au vécu qui m'a construit.<br />Que c'est simple!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4p71Tp2dJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1DjZyLGirVk/s1600-h/Photo+197.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443299255369757842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4p71Tp2dJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1DjZyLGirVk/s320/Photo+197.jpg" border="0" /></a> Comment accéder l'enfant qui se trouve dans l'autre en face?<br />Ou peut être dans moi même?<br />Parvenir a le toucher, le faire parler, le comprendre.<br />Ne pas lui faire mal.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4f632Ws5mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wzc5bALsb_c/s1600-h/Photo+156.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442594512091014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4f632Ws5mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wzc5bALsb_c/s320/Photo+156.jpg" border="0" /></a> Et se surprendre...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4f6aKv54qI/AAAAAAAAAFo/n1gXhJ8yaAQ/s1600-h/Photo+203.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442594002169356962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4f6aKv54qI/AAAAAAAAAFo/n1gXhJ8yaAQ/s320/Photo+203.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4qAScgQi8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/P7ndgRIh7qk/s1600-h/Photo+275.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443304154008161218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4qAScgQi8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/P7ndgRIh7qk/s320/Photo+275.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4qAEOdh2BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rXHsRc4hOh0/s1600-h/Photo+245.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443303909720446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4qAEOdh2BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rXHsRc4hOh0/s320/Photo+245.jpg" border="0" /></a> J'aurais envie de protéger cette enfance.</div><div>Mais que je me moque de mes bêtises...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4p_xpWTnGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xfVUmIFPZ4c/s1600-h/Photo+247.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443303590520396898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/S4p_xpWTnGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xfVUmIFPZ4c/s320/Photo+247.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>JURGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301311145459492664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633988752385908684.post-40841630021385428272009-12-17T15:45:00.001-08:002009-12-17T16:35:42.313-08:00Je ne peux pas <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">m'empêcher</span> à penser à des attitudes, expressions, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">réflexions</span> sur lesquels j'ai <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">déjà</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">travaillé</span>.<br />Comme si, des certaines p<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ièces</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">n'étant</span> pas <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">entières,</span> me frustraient, et je sentais le besoin de finir le travail commence. (Toujours la frustration de croire qu'on ne finit jamais...)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrCnHNq3CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OZ-tsoXg_nA/s1600-h/jurga+023.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355479073512482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrCnHNq3CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OZ-tsoXg_nA/s320/jurga+023.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrEfb1jbUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XNATfhGEimM/s1600-h/jurga+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416357546193808706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrEfb1jbUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XNATfhGEimM/s320/jurga+008.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Du coup, je reprends les <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mémés</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">idées</span> sans qu'elles soient vraiment les <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mémés</span>. Impossible de refaire pareil. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Mémé</span> si des fois je le veux, vraiment. Pour pousser plus loin, pour voir ce qui peut <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">être</span> au <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bout</span> peut se passer...<br /><br />Je fais, et puis c'est tout.<br />Parfois il n'y a rien <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">d'intéressant</span>... Et la, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ça</span> fait mal.<br />Parfois, c'est <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">très</span> fort, et la sculpture ressent tout de suite cette force.<br />Parfois, c'est juste une petite chose.<br />C'est justement <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ça</span>, cette petite chose...<br /><br /><br />Mes boudeurs ne me suffisent pas. Je fais, je refais. Comme si j'avais envie de sortir quelque chose de parfait. Je sais bien que non, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ça</span> ne marche pas comme <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ça</span>, mais je persiste.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrC5IawuhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YRmeftsbwwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355788634503698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrC5IawuhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YRmeftsbwwQ/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Les mains, oh que c'est passionnant... Ce pauvre boudeur me parle et j'ai envie de faire un en entier. J'entame mon boudeur en entier, et au fur et a mesure il devient une fillette bien perdue dans l'espace de mon atelier, rempli de tout genre d'expressions. J'abandonne la fillette. Peut <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">être</span> il y a trop d'expressions?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrCvrRm2_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qe2M4WXvT8o/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416355626192657394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrCvrRm2_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qe2M4WXvT8o/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>Mes boudeurs... Il faudrait faire une seule <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pièce</span> qui <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">réunirait</span> les expressions de ces 4 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bonshommes</span> et puis... </div><br /><p><br />Je termine par la fatigue. La petite chose qui se <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">crée</span> entre le visage et la main...</p><p><br />Une <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pièce</span> de 4 attitudes, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">emportées</span> par la fatigue, sommeil et repos des mains.<br />Cette petite chose...<br /></p><p></p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrK3UuyeEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Oo0lcMqN_Ds/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416364553673013314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyrK3UuyeEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Oo0lcMqN_Ds/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" /></a><br /><p>A voir?...</p>JURGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301311145459492664noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633988752385908684.post-20249794425809161122009-11-27T04:49:00.000-08:002009-12-12T05:27:44.798-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyNuMUPxpgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Z_pOkJsww5k/s1600-h/jesus+3+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414292334901831170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyNuMUPxpgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Z_pOkJsww5k/s320/jesus+3+b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Jésus. La souffrance. La création.</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/Sw_La8MRr5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/bRGaqQRtATM/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408765341189910418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/Sw_La8MRr5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/bRGaqQRtATM/s320/2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Jésus. Pendant très longtemps j'ai voulu traiter ce thème sans savoir comment procéder, vers quelle direction me tourner. Je viens de commencer. Je descends très profondément dans moi. Je cherche. La terre se laisse manipuler par mes mains plus facilement que le dessin. A voir. A sentir.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SxA8jwOpYXI/AAAAAAAAABE/A-fU-nnwtGI/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408889737411387762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SxA8jwOpYXI/AAAAAAAAABE/A-fU-nnwtGI/s320/9.jpg" /></a><br /><br />La terre parle mieux. Je veux aller encore plus loin. La source de la souffrance est énorme...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SxBDLr0ceZI/AAAAAAAAABM/x6u-jkA4FEM/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408897020492282258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SxBDLr0ceZI/AAAAAAAAABM/x6u-jkA4FEM/s320/11.jpg" /></a><br /><br />La pièce ne me quitte pas, je cogite et du coup je décide d'ajouter un peu plus de la hauteur. Je me rends compte que je sais exactement ou je veux aller. Maintenant, il faut voir comment ça avance.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SxLOe7JLo_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gl8KNzB9LfY/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409613133092987890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SxLOe7JLo_I/AAAAAAAAABU/gl8KNzB9LfY/s320/13.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Parallèlement, je fais un autre Jésus. C'est une nécessite constante de comparer et de reposer le regard...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SxLPREIHC3I/AAAAAAAAABc/T3adv1lBMUY/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409613994497870706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SxLPREIHC3I/AAAAAAAAABc/T3adv1lBMUY/s320/17.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Une amie me parle de la dignité. Oui, je veux faire transparaître la dignité.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyNqhoaoI2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Wq6aPWiP3Fc/s1600-h/jesus+0.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414288303046796130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyNqhoaoI2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Wq6aPWiP3Fc/s320/jesus+0.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">J'agrandies</span></span> le buste, car il manque de la hauteur... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">J'hésite</span>, je ne sais toujours pas s'il faut faire les bras... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ça</span> me tente, mais en même temps ce <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">n'est</span> pas le but pour cette <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pièce</span> là. Je m'arrête...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyNtVGBJphI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O-rznbs3Czw/s1600-h/jesus+1+a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414291386189587986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyNtVGBJphI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O-rznbs3Czw/s320/jesus+1+a.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Je fais encore un autre Jésus. Cette <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">fois-ci</span></span>, la tête en haut. Comme si il se plaignait à son <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Père</span> de l'avoir oublié.<br /><br />Ah, l'anatomie... Je me rends compte que c'est <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">extrêmement</span> important de la connaître pour pouvoir l'ignorer...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyNu08qS1LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N15hJhPGCw4/s1600-h/jesus+3+c.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414293032945243314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOa91hHeADk/SyNu08qS1LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/N15hJhPGCw4/s320/jesus+3+c.jpg" /></a> Si Jésus a pris toute la souffrance de <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">l'humanité</span>, que devient la souffrance de chacun de nous? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Devient-on</span></span> petit devant la douleur des autres?<br />J'entends <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aznavour</span></span> aujourd'hui qui dit que sa poésie à lui c'est la poésie de la rue, donc ce n'est pas la poésie.<br /><br />La sculpture alors? La souffrance que la sculpture traduit... Peut-elle être poétique? Surtout que j'ai la prétention de me diriger vers la sculpture de la rue...<br /><br />Toujours des grands mots... Un jour je ferai Christ en entier. Ces <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pièces</span> resteront des croquis précieux.<br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote>JURGAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301311145459492664noreply@blogger.com31