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La Vie pourrait être une Oeuvre d'Art - Life could be a Work of Art
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Bruxelles, exposition du 20 Avril au 10 Juin 2012 Vernissage le 19 avril 19h – 21h Lieu : « Freedom Works» Atelier-Galerie A.Hormann, rue des Vergnies, 28, 1050 (à proximité de Flagey)
Bols en céramique crées avec une vision de paix et d'amour
Artistes : Michiko Seki (Paris), Josh Redman (Herefordshire - Angleterre), Maria Johansson (Amsterdam) ….et les dernières œuvres de l’artiste peintre Annette Hormann (Bruxelles)
Bols en céramique créés avec une vision de paix et d'amour par les artistes Michiko Seki (Paris), Josh Redman (Herefordshire – Royaume-Uni) et Maria Johansson (Amsterdam) ...et des leis en papier, inspirés par le symbol de paix hawaïen( les leis de fleurs) de l’artiste peintre Annette Hormann (Bruxelles) seront exposées dans l’espace «Freedom Works», un espace de création axé autour de la paix et de la liberté à Bruxelles. Que se passerait-il si les mains du monde entier pouvaient se saisir d’un bol rempli de nourriture chaque fois qu’il y a besoin ou simplement désir? La vie serait-elle plus belle, le monde plus en paix? Lire plus...
Brussels, April 20 - June 10 2012, Opening April 19 at 19.00 h Ceramic bowls holding a vision of peace and love created by the artists Michiko Seki (Paris), Josh Redman (Herefordshire - UK), Maria Johansson (Amsterdam) and paper leis, inspired by the Hawaiien peace symbol (the flower lei) by the peinter Annette Hormann (Brussels) will be exhibited in «Freedom Works», a space of creation around peace and freedom.
Atelier-Galerie A.Hormann Rue des Vergnies, 28 1050 Bruxelles (close Flagey)
What would happen if the hands of every person on earth could pick a bowl filled with food, whenever he feels the need or just the desire? Would the world look more beautiful, more peaceful? read more....
Immediately I am thinking about blinking sharp cold weapons having cut off the golden light shining silk of a beautiful maiden. But no. It has nothing to do with that. Blond curls are growing out of green swords, maybe to demonstrate that there is nothing to fear? Well, I'm not so sure about that.
It was the 1st of January and somehow she had overslept the change of the year. What a pity! She loved fireworks. She loved the light flowers in the black sky. It made her dream, it made her yearn. And as she was yearning she became a flowerwork herself.
Elle est douce. Qu'est ce qu'elle est douce! Ça fait du bien. Ça calme. Je la respire. Je me sens bien.
Je me demande contre qui elle doit se protéger comme ça? Elle doit avoir bon goût ou au contraire peut-être la consommation de ces branches est dangeureuse et elle protège le gourmand potentiel. C'est gentil en tout cas. Je n'aurais pas pensé de la manger mais maintenant je le ferais encore moins.
It had been raining and raining and raining. The only thing one could do was grabbing a huge umbrella and walking barefoot to the next bakery, having a warm croissant right there in order not to starve. But They were enjoying it, loving it, craving it, dancing in it, inspiring me to do the same.
She was travelling from far outer space to reach the earth as a seed. She didn't really know what kind of Being she was going to become because conditions on earth are so different from the ones in her universe. But she decided to trust herself and started to grow. If she could see herself, I think she would be pleased.
Once upon a time, as a queen sits sewing at her window, she pricks her finger on her needle and three drops of blood fall on the snow that had fallen on her ebony window frame. As she looks at the blood on the snow, she says to herself, "Oh, how I wish that I had a daughter that had skin white as snow, lips red as blood, ....".
It was January 1st 2008. We went to the beach to have some grilled fish in the sun. And there they were. Hundreds and hundreds of them, looking at us from the sky.
Once upon a time there was a water drop. It was so big that her parents didn't exactly know how to feed her. But it didn't matter - a drop only had to look at her to fall in love with her and when they kissed - they became one. And so she was growing and growing or actually they... and they became more and more beautiful as well, full of love.
Il y a longtemps l'eau était tellement sale, qu'il nous fallait la laver. Heureusement c'est fini maintenant!
L'eau sait danser, je danse avec elle
Si l'eau pouvait danser je danserait avec elle.
Walking through the Retiro Park in August 2003 I found that water is the principal necessity of the body and light the principal necessity of the soul.
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