X.TiN Peintures

Pier Paolo PASOLINI

série "portraits d'auteurs": PASOLINI

Michel HOUELLEBECQ

Jean Cocteau

Série "portraits d'auteurs": JEAN COCTEAU

Minimou exists in 3D.

Little rag dollsto be loved.

Here is “Minimou”, a new friend.

“Cat in the kitchen”

“Papa maman, le chat et moi” Vernissage demain.

Lonely princess in her dreamy room.

(acrylique on canvas, and painting on catalog)

Canape and carpet are made by little hands with biological materials.

Sometimes I sew my paints on french “bérets”.

This one is “The Frida Kahlo’s eyebrows”.

Sometimes I sew my paints on french “bérets”.

This one is “The princess and the pea” from a tale by Andersen:

Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.    

One evening a terrible storm  came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents.  Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open  it.   

It was a princess standing out  there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the  wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran  down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said  that she was a real princess.  

“Well, we’ll soon find that  out,” thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took  all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took  twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on  top of the mattresses.

On this the princess had to  lie all night.

In the morning she was asked how she had slept. “Oh, very badly!” said she. “I  have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed,  but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my  body. It’s horrible!”

Now they knew that she was a  real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses  and the twenty eider-down beds. Nobody but a real princess  could be as sensitive as that.

So the prince took her for his  wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the  museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

Teach girls it can be dangerous wearing their mother suits.

Translation (I do my best!!!):

Love does not carry a scythe. He carries a razor blade. In a black satin box. Deep inside a skin pocket.

My limbs writhe in agony, not in agony, not in agony, no, do not writhe.