Well Koleston Perfect Color Chart

New Gaga

So yes

good is said to copy it invented more, and blah and blah, but damn, if it's so easy, why is she the only one to do? (Ok, she has to see / hear Express Yourself mother Mado, so what I see also Bjork, in short I am not an expert, I leave the analysis to others ...)

With that, if you have not seen, just a clarification: it is both visually a little scary, but me I like it a lot!

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clock Catherine A.

Here a work tour and painted by Gilles F.

My loves from a photo taken in 1982.

Oil on canvas. Painted by Liette

Lazy Susan painted by Manon D.

Our cats are waiting patiently for the course begins. Perhaps they will receive some hugs?
They are very spoiled.

With that, a great weekend and Monday

Birthday Money Instead Of Gifts

Project Cheri Rol

Today, I have some cards to show you. Tilda

Here in the rain.

Magnolia Stamp, setting colors, Prismacolor Pencils.

Here is a map illustrated with the aid of a digital stamp of Moe's Digital Pencil.Mise colored pencils, Prismacolor.


















Tilda, school


Magnolia Stamp, setting colors, Prismacolor colored pencils.

A night handy in any room of the house. This
project was painted by Liette Hacala Meunier. The boss is
Cheri Rol,

that, I wish you: Happy snowstorm.
you soon.

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Article sur Artup TV

http://artup-tv.com/fr/67-article-eric-lacombe.html

"The flesh color is the world of forms that anxiety is that of interiority: a gap, a gap and, perhaps even more, a wound. That is why the figures of Eric Lacombe are not portraits - but the representation of a wounded soul struggling against what would make his death a sign of his identity.

Chaos became flesh

by Frederick Charles Baitinger

"Why upside which is the only place he is envied by the other side then it is the inalienable surface which is the only full status. " Antonin Artaud
Flesh Color is the world of forms that anxiety is that of interiority: a gap, a gap and, perhaps even more, a wound. That's why Eric Lacombe figures are not portraits - but the representation of a wounded soul struggling against what would make his death a sign of his identity. Like the poet Pessoa was the first, was able to make its break point of departure for a gallery of anti-portraits (of heteronymous), and if the works of Eric Lacombe tried to show us that Man is not a unity but a compound of forces fighting against each other to say, even if temporarily, their fragile sovereignty? "

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We have to clearly ...

... there is something that I can not stand with me: figure that appears on the balance!

A little background is necessary. When I came into the world I weighed 4.780 kg to 55cm, I was the biggest baby in the world of motherhood came naturally (meaning without IVF, but without an epidural and cesarean, my poor mom ...). All nurses from all services have come to see my mother always with the same thought "I had never seen one this big!".

My poor mother has started to see myself as something formless and too big so I had not even made my first rot! And throughout my childhood she got fucked in the plan. So much so that I always found ugly and deformed. I remember a conversation between her and my grandmother when I was 8 years

- My mother stops do eat like a cow as soon as I leave you, after I and deny all the efforts of the year are no longer useless!
- My grandmother, but no, it is well that child, you deprive the poor (addressing me) like my little cake and eat it will play!
- My mom: no Gauthier, stop eating!
(I leave the room with the cake)
- My grandmother, but it is not Clearly something must be done, other children will laugh, but it's not my job!

Fortunately adolescence arrived, and I grew up faster than I gained, and at the age of 15, I became very well proportioned, the sport that my parents forced me ; to do when I reluctantly ended up paying too (8 hours per week of swimming, it helps).

I get out of school at 17 with my degree in hand, I'm tall, somewhat muscular In short, I am beautiful for the first time in my life, and as a bonus I get rid of my acne pretty quickly. In short, when I get to college, so good. As I have the right to say shit to my parents since I am bachelor (I smoke in front of them, while my 12 years since I had to hide it), my first choice "adult" is to stop all forms of sport j'apparente to torture.

The result is not expected, is close to 18 years I quintal.

I decided to go on a diet for the first time in my life. The result is successful beyond expectations. I wanted to weigh 85 kg for 1m94, it is quite honorable. My plan was rather simple, I halved everything I ate, I removed the Coke, Nutella, cakes, and I went to 2 packs of smokes per day (my appetite the moment).

In three months I lost 15 pounds. Once at 85kg, I stop my diet officially, and I'm back to drinking coke and eating normally. But I continue to lose quickly. At 78kg I think it's weird and I'll talk to my doctor, he told me that the body needs to adjust after a diet and it is normal that I lose a little. I do not alarms me.

I just turned 19, I am beautiful like a heart, my sex life took off, I go into a frenzy of ass with a pace of two to three guys a week. I'm the star of gay box of Toulouse, the image of the ugly duckling in my childhood I was cleared.

Without realizing it really has, I still lose weight, I approach my 20 years with my parents down the war in full swing, they speak to me again, I no longer live at home for nearly one year (squatting right and left), and I end up taking off my formalize an apartment that I pay.

I work 35 hours per week, while going in and out over 5 nights a week. I 'm in a relationship with former asshole but I will at all wrong. I discovered the joys of mixing alcohol / drugs / Medoc. Asshole ex dropped me. And on the morning of my 21 years I go in girl pants at 34.

The summer of my 21 years, I have a stomach flu so violent, that I am obliged to call my parents to me in repatriating them, I am unable to make the path my bed to the bathroom without help ...

They call the doctor, he took my blood pressure with a sphygmomanometer child because my arm is too small. While I'm in half a coma, and he thinks I do not hear, he told my parents

- Doctor: he has not gained weight before the end of the summer we will have to think about the hospital, he may die of his illness!
- My mother, a stomach flu?
- Doctor: No, of anorexia!

In my heart, I know there is a problem, but I'm still around in the ice later in the day, I'll weigh myself, I have not done since More than a year, I weigh 59 kg (and I always measure 1m94).

I'm sick ...

I will spend the next two years to deceive, to my family, I am one who tries to gain weight, but when I'm alone, I do not eat, I actually fed on coca , cigs and vodka! I remember a reflection of my mother at a Christmas dinner "does not make me ashamed, you eat everything that comes out!", I was so inhibited that I have eaten, then vomited. ..

arrived at 22 years, I have taken only 3 kg, I go into clothing for little girls ... That was the year I really started to take all kinds product, before it was casual, then it becomes routine.

And then the accident happens, three weeks after I made the decision to stop the bullshit (hence grow and stop using drugs). That the accident that will seal the pact. A dietician will make me a protein diets, saying "people who break the jaw as you lose 5 kg on average, it is unimaginable that this happens to you, you would be in danger, so we'll stuff your face with fatty !.

And I'm stuffed, you need gain weight? I have lots of recipes that can help you. In a soup there was the equivalent of calories I ate in a week before ... (And after months to eat as soup, I have 3 years to be able to eat again ... enough is enough!)

8 months after I smashed my face on driving, I weigh 70kg. The gamble paid off ...

Between 2003 and 2005 I take the weight gradually, to reach 80kg. My ideal weight is 82, so good, I'm fine!

I'm going to live in Paris to finish my studies first months I find myself alone, and I compensate by eating, I oscillate between 82 and 86 until 2008. In short, nothing dramatic, just as I do gaffe a week to take 2 or 3 pounds and get into my jeans.

In 2008 I lost my footing, and even more in 2009, unemployment coupled with excessive release and the resumption of the drug (re-introduced gradually since 2006), I do well my weight stabilizes around 82kg. The appetite suppressant is more cigarettes (I quit a few months in 2006-2007, so I am to 5 cigs a day instead of daily 2 packs of yesteryear), but cocaine, much more effective way ...

And I do not really know why, but in 2010, for the first time since my diet in the year of my 18 years I found the sensation of hunger. Imagine, I had not been hungry for 10 years. For 10 years I am fed because he had to, and the feeling of hunger that everyone knows my home had become a kind of stomach cramp.

But in 2010 I'm hungry. And every time I eat, I have fun, more fun than kissing. So I eat ...

I remember when I was at the bottom of the weight curve, I enjoyed not eating! I inverted counters ...

So much so that I exceeded the 95kg, and I know that I am unable to stop eat. Yet I stand myself in the mirror, my sex life has taken quite a blow. I support it, how do you want me to give to others. I realized this week that it was 6 months I had not been dredged in box. Before I did dredge three to four times a night, and I distributed my phone at least one guy every night (which I kissed in the week).

Let us be clear, I'm not obese or even larger in the end, I even dressed very well, but I feel deformed again ...

The worst is that initially when I was just 2 or 3 pounds, I liked it, I passed my hand on my belly and I loved feeling the little bounce. But there is too much. I feel disgusting ...

And since I'm unemployed, while racing, I sleep 12 to 13 hours per night (day) and I'm two thick-cut between meals snacks. I have time to cook, and I'm not deprive ...

ago broke something good in me that I m'autodétruise like that, but then I reached a top: unable to go back to work, unable to watch my weight, unable to stop myself cramer nasal septum, unable to link me to someone, unable to be happy ...

I must find myself a shrink, but it Gave me to face all this, so I'll put your head under the pillow for some time and wait it out ...

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The war lasted too long

And the soldiers crack, proof with this video shot by U.S. troops in Afghanistan.

Enjoy!

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old stuff ... Agora

I aged at breakneck speed, I think I'm paying for my years of debauchery. This weekend, I partied so irrational, 48h non-stop. This is not the first time, but since I collect cons.

Normally when I exceed the limits of my body, I just spend 48 hours in the bed to eat before a series of bold stupid, and I'm back. This time, I innovate. Going to bed, I felt a stiffness in the neck. Nothing unusual, I was clearly dehydrated, so the cramps are legion in those moments.

Upon waking, I was always wrong. So much so, that I found myself unable to move his head (and the rest of my body at once).

Ed: Vui ben, when you can not turn your head, you're struggling to move around normally, and more power to contract muscles to replace what's moving, I finally block me 75% back ...

So here I am, little old lady of 97 years, my bed, unable to get up ... In this case, 48 is long, very long !!!!!!

It is Thursday and I can only yesterday afternoon rebouger without too much problem, but still big stiffness (and pain) of the base of the skull at birth buttocks basically.

I made the phone ring all the physio-osthéo south of Paris, and with weeping, I got an emergency appointment today at 16h. It can make me pay for what he wants, as long as it heals me, I sign a blank check!!

To add to my misfortune, I wanted to go see my doctor, just to recover prescription of analgesics / anti-inflammatoires/opiacés/autres-drogues-légales. To plant the decor, my attending physician is an old man ready for retirement, complete alcoholic, so much so that there's never anyone in the waiting room (the mothers Ward should be afraid), and when you come before him you have 3 minutes watch in hand to ask whatever you want after it makes you go out for a drink I think. So in 3 minutes I'm always doing all kinds of orders. I can just ask him, he cares, as long as I leave a check and I'm leaving soon. Same for the sick, of course, in short, a good way of stopping the hole in the safety!

So I tip at the door of the cabinet led by everything I need: painkiller for horses (iXprim and Tramadol), and myolastan lexo history of being stoned and go to sleep. .. And then what do I am the door?

The medical office is permanently closed

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON !!!!!

must be retired or dead, or both ... But shit what, where I'll find another one like that? Frankly, it's not run the streets of patricians like him!!

Too bad, so I went home to take two Dafalgan poor (as I swallowed my piss it would have the same effect I think), and take my pain with patience especially (I d Besides never so well understood that expression all my life!).

short, I quit bitching and I put myself out for my appointment with the physio. It will hurt me, but it will do me good.

SM

It's to say that, right?

Gauthier, who suffers, but really ...

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ERIC LACOMBE EXPOSE A LA GALERIE LAZAREW

exhibition at the Galerie Eric Lacombe Lazarew (Paris)

From 03 March to 19 March 2011 Opening Thursday, March 3, 2011 to 18.30 in presence of the artist.



"The flesh color is the world of forms that anxiety is that of interiority: a gap, a gap and, perhaps more, a wound. That's why Eric Lacombe figures are not portraits - but the representation of a wounded soul struggling against what would make his death a sign of identity. Like the poet Pessoa was the first, was able to make its break point of departure for a gallery of anti-portraits (of heteronymous), and if the works of Eric Lacombe tried to show us that Man is not a unity but a compound of forces fighting against each other to say, if only temporarily, their fragile sovereignty. "
Frederic Charles Baitinger, February 2011

Communicates Press

Eric Lacombe

Born in Lyon in 1968, painter and graphic designer, he leads us into a world between fantasy and thaumaturgy.

Characters tortured, disfigured faces without mouths sometimes, we try to deliver a message from within shouting to us to decipher it according to our imagination.

perfect curves finely made as clear and precise snapshot of our worst nightmares. His characters take us to the depths of existential malaise. And it is precisely this unease that pushes our thinking, that makes us want to know more, feel closer to his world both bleak and disturbing, magical and terrifying.

melancholic atmosphere or dark, be strange to look Sadly, the characters who lived and who always tell us something, so entering the world of Eric Lacombe. "I like freaks, people who are not in the standard, which are considered" ugly ". These people affect me more than others because they are singular. I grow this concept of difference" . The subjects represented are often undefined and asexual, the works are untitled, everything is done to avoid direct reception: "People see what they want to see." But if you look longer on the details, then grabbed all the minutiae of the composition. "All these people I represent, they are like the mirror of my moods ".

" In the underground of the mind, the ghosts of people believed to sacrifice the ridiculous normality. Eric Lacombe dig holes in the body narcissistic, and these flaws vital It throws a bridge to the cruel unsaid of existence " Christian Noorbergen , February 2011



GALERIE Lazarew

Opened in October 2010, the gallery is devoted primarily to Lazarew urban art to which Alexander believes passionately Lazarew.

The gallery has hosted the first collection Personal Alexander Lazarew street art, love of art and culture since time immemorial.

From mid-December to late January's canvases Patrick Pinon (PP said) and Rafael Gray took possession of the gallery walls. These two artists have been friends forever, pass through their works their emotions from the street, their artistic visions of the urban universe. They can deal with different subjects but always in the aesthetics and technique flirting with the world of the street: bright colors, stencil, collage.

Since February 3 is an artist from Benin Rafiy Okefolahan, who has taken over. His canvases gestures and bold colors let reflected his sensitivity and atmosphere of its origins, streets that inspired it and where he works. They evoke his culture, man, woman, life and death, voodoo.



The artists represented in the gallery are not chosen for their fame but by favorite aesthetic and human, in chance encounters.

The idea is to share with the public the excitement and enthusiasm born of these encounters with the artists and their works.


Lazarew and ERIC LACOMBE

Thus it was decided that the work of Eric Lacombe would be exhibited at the Galerie Lazarew, although less clearly related to urban art: it causes the surprise upsets and fascinates. One has the impression of feeling like a hidden force to emerge from his works to touch the one who observes the depths of his soul.

Paintings and drawings by Eric Lacombe, carefully made, revealing the inner torments of the artist, beyond the possibilities of language and human understanding.


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14 rue du Perche - 75003 Paris 01.44.61.28.73
/ 06.23.10.31.58
info@galerie-lazarew.fr
www.galerie-lazarew.fr


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Like all Freebox subscribers, I receive one week free of Canal +. I just found the broadcast Agora I saw the film upon its release. A very good movie about the life of the philosopher Hypatia of Alexandria in the late fourth century AD.

addition peplum and romantic side, which can sometimes pull on the rope, this film highlights the struggles of early Christians and the last pagan Roman Empire in a weakened. It helps to understand how, in recent decades, a new religion has destroyed thousands of of ancient culture.

I've always struggled, as a teacher, to impress upon my students that really represented the conversion to Christianity: a huge step backwards. Science is put in brackets for over 1000 years in the West.

This film should be at the high school program (because there is a good bit too violent for our little college anyway). And above all it should be circulated to all good Christians who are currently treating the adherents of other religions (like Islam) arrears ...

I remember a discussion about this with my guide in Egypt, she said, having read the book which was pulled this story, but that his Church has forbidden his followers to see this film ( I do not know if this ban has led to the withdrawal of the movie theaters or if it was just a recommendation of the Church).

Anyway all this confirms my total rejection of all forms of religion ...

short, I advise you if you want to do a bit of culture, it is never wrong!

(sheet wikipedia about the movie Agora)