La Dance des Fleurs

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An invitation for you and your friends

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First Smile of Spring


Palm Story 40x40

Spring is showing her first smile!

The azaleas are not blooming yet, but, this morning the garden was warming up,  smiling under the beautiful sky , the birds were having a concert, and a few trees were starting to dress themselves with pretty pink flowers.

In my studio, I had anticipated that special day and I thought that t was the perfect day to share with you my latest work, filled with the Spring's beauty and mood. For the past few months I have been so cold, that one way to escape it,for me,  was to imagine the colors of the spring.

 Yes, those paintings are mostly from my garden but the colors are from my imagination. It is fun to project myself into a world of colors that make my soul sing.

The painting below, represents my garden, by a cold day of winter. Yet even though, Nature has a way of looking sleepy during the winter, this piece is not at all preoccupied by the weather condition. It dares to convey energy and joy, like a dance of the landscape,  a valse of turquoise and blues. You may notice a little person walking toward the house, it is me. The horse belongs to my dreams.

In the past, although I have been very audacious with colors, it seems that I always respected the hue that was given to me by the scenery. Lately, I have been feeling more free in my work. Actually, I was always free, so I would rather say that something has changed in my approach to painting. Perhaps, I have lost all fear of the canvas and the consequences of my brush strokes.

It feels like an adventure, everything is possible. 

I am not the captain anymore. There is a force behind my hand. There is a force that leads my creativity.

I feel so fortunate to be able to use oil paint for the pure joy of expressing myself.

I see reality better. It is just a painting!

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the Impossible Dream

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Recently, this painting was selected to be part of a juried exposition at the Gainesville 9th Annual Fine Arts Competition.

It did not win a prize, however, I was just happy to display it at the Museum.
I wrote a story about this painting and I am happy to share it with you:

It was one of those magnificent January days in North Florida. The intent was to go to Paynes Prairie to watch the 8000 Cranes who, every year come to enjoy a vacation.
In the winter, Paynes Prairie is a beautiful display of all the tones of ochre and reddish brown, with small touches of green. The almost electric blue river and lakes act like magnets to the eyes in this enchanted park.
When I first heard the Cranes's cries, I felt intrigued, but then I saw them.  Thousands of cranes had nested in the bushes.  It was a magnificent scene and I was mesmorized. 
For a long time, I stood...watching, feeling, enjoying this gift of nature.  Later, I walked further into the Prairie, embracing the beauty of the landscape, my mind numb, completly immersed in nature.
The alligators were hiding, the elegant white birds were conversing with the ducks on the lakes.  The hogs were busy looking for food. 
I climbed the tower to get an overview of this scenery and I saw them...the wild horses, far in the horizon. It was a surprise.  I did not know the prairie still had horses.  As I stared, I completely connected with them.
Back in my studio, my goal was to paint the prairie with its extravagant hues of ochre and brown.  I had dones some sketches and taken pictures.  My intellect had it all planned. .....but, somehow, I left my ego behind, my intellect disappeared  and I completely surrendered to my feelings and emotions.  Layers of love were applied.  The Impossible Dream is one of my favorite paintings. 

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Mon Jardin


It had rained all night and early in the morning I walked down through my garden to smell madame Printemps (Mrs Spring).
As I took my first steps, an immense feeling of love invaded me and invited me to look with my heart at the magic beauty of nature.

As for the trees, i could sense that they were not yet sure if it was the right time to fully embrace this dance, but they were starting to show their impatience to burst into a chartreuse "Valse".

The azaleas were not just smiling, they were screaming with joy and wore their dance costumes as if they were going to a ball. Every single petal was wearing a necklace of diamonds that sparkled in the morning sun and the glossy leaves were beaming with pride, so happy to be part of the show.
I am happy to share with you this beautiful scene. Perhaps it will help you to understand why my use of colors is so strong My garden, when it decides to show off, is responsible. So do not be surprised if my next paintings are all about spring in my garden. i cannot resist this force that invades me.


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A story about healing

54” X 50”


I had not been able to paint for many months, since the death of my little grandchild Josephine. She was 2 ½ years old.

I was numb and had no creativity left.

One morning, as I was seating on my back porch’ steps, my eyes got caught by the pink flowers in front of me. They were dancing in the morning sun.


Somehow, they reminded me of Josephine ‘s joy, of her excessive thirst for life, of her enthusiasm for flowers, for chocolate, for dancing, for running, and most of all for her parents. It reminded me of her dramatic approach to life.

Suddenly, I needed to go to my studio. I was going to draw her, paint her.

I did several charcoals, painted her in all colors, but it was at the end a pile of mud. No drawing could match my perception of Josephine.

I felt miserable and thought that I could never paint again. That was it.!


The next morning as I was walking through my garden, I saw the same flowers looking at me and I remember thinking: ”why not?”

I went back to the studio and settled the largest canvas I could find on my easel, I mixed all the pinks I could imagine, all the purples that she liked so much.

With a piece of clothe I primed my canvas with a chartreuse green, which is the color of her play-room and while it was drying, I went back to the garden with a small canvas and sat in front of the flowers.

While I was sketching my thumbnail, I realized that I was looking at the flowers, but seeing Josephine.

When I came back in front of my big canvas, I first started timidly to address the shape and composition, but then it happened: the urge to paint.

Layers of tears, layers of pink paint, layers of purple and white paint. They were all layers of love

Today I look at this piece and I do not know if it is good.

I do know that, I Love it.

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