"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

Anaïs Nin





Saturday, March 6, 2010

creative thererapy...your first love


first love...first sex I should say...when your whole body explodes...burns...
when you feel hungry, thirsty...
when all your senses are multiplied by 100 or 1000 or...
when you don't know what day it is, what time it is...
then life goes on...
other loves, other bodies, journeys....
but I'm still starving...
naked...
waiting...
each time is the first time...

Sunday, February 28, 2010

méli-mélo


"a few of my favorite things"...that's what she sang ???
so some of my last previous...etc...little réalisations.... just clic on the picture...

Saturday, February 27, 2010

sorry sorry sorry....

You must think I forgot you all !!! no, I didn't...just feel so busy with the blogs in French and the two forums...I did work at lot actually...

here are my bowls to tell stories
clic on the picture to see the others...
I'll show you more next time...