(Sleep deprivation gets me there)

Your brush painted the redder blue
I glided through an endless gray.
You're rushing straight into the wall my dear friend said
I smile at her, I know how true
Things all get so carried away
What is that hill I'm aiming at?
May you forgive me little bat
Singing wonders at closing day
But saddest song in morning dew

Il y a ceux qui nous rappellent aux moments d'autrefois, ceux qui ont compté plus les autres. Des souvenirs heureux, comme un vent d'été folâtrant doucement dans de longs cheveux blonds.
Les jours s'écoulent, on les laisse passer avec cette belle insouciance comme à l'égard des choses qui ne changeront pas.

Je suis content pour vous
tu seras heureuse.
Les mots sont gros dans un gosier qui s'étrangle. Il me faut juste un peu de temps, et j'aurais beau dire... avec le bonheur des autres c'est un bout de soi qui part.
Mais je le pensais.
Vraiment.

Today Julien and I are catching a flight to Vilnius/Lithuania in order to install a homemade software (The lava lamp thingy) for the Trends Lab event.
How cool is that? :)

This song by Joan As Police Woman is bringing tears to my eyes. I was played around a hundred times today. I don't know what exactly it's dealing with, but it goes straight into my heart and through my skin.
Morning Bird I'll wait for you. How could I not?

The flu I caught a few weeks ago, came in a highly inappropriate moment, but I don't know which one of the overwork or the illness provoked the other. The fever did not drop for days. Once passed the certitude that I was about to die drowned in my own sweat, I resigned to stay at home and get some rest for a day or two.
It had been about one million years since I hadn't had time, just to sit and doodle random things, without thinking.

The above sketch is ball-point pen on paper. After my hand, acting on her own, finished doodling, I couldn't help but laughing for 10 minutes. He has the look of a self-assured super-hero doing a modern ballet dance, naked.
Ridiculous indeed.

What a life. Torn off, excessive, chaotic, unstable, and useless in many ways. Stuck within that mess of a brain I found it nearly impossible to start up a new painting.
Finally I saved a few hours of my saturday afternoon to sit down and doodle the layout for a painting to come. The subject matter is quite sarcastic towards myself, even though I don't want it to depict an introspective situation. I've been turning that in my head for a long time, with that fear of sounding misplaced, but gave up on auto-censoring. The fact is I am in an urgent need to paint, for mental sanity's sake.
Maybe I have some urgent concerns to expell.

Having a new flat full of roommates and plenty of their friends is quite convenient for practicing sketching. They all quickly get used to being portrayed, and rapidly stop noticing. The drawback is that they keep moving all the time. Some of them are pretty quiet, but most can't sustain a pose for more than 2 nanoseconds :-/
I just have to fare with it. Actually I'm more used to draw people from my imagination rather than from real life, but I know that a good artist absolutely needs both sides, so I hope to make good progress here.

( ft Jess, Julie, Matth, Thomas, Benoît )