Category: Cosmopolitan (Page 1 of 2)



Charcoal / Red chalk / Watercolor on white paper – 11,81 x 7,87 inch – Unique work

On a beautiful spring morning, Violette got up. An ordinary day? Not quite.

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Nowhere Street

Watercolor/ Gouache on white paper – 11,81 x 7,87 inch – Unique work

Who said that in New York the city was crisscrossed and that it was impossible to get lost?

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The Bridge of Sighs


Watercolor / Gouache – 7,87 x 5,90 inch – Unique work

Just by saying its name, I have goose pimple. Far from the romanticism of Venice, this emblematic place indicates a completely closed bridge leading prisoners from the courthouse to prison.

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Watercolor/ Gouache on white paper – 11,81 x 7,87 inch – Unique work

What’s more exciting than visiting New York? Frankly, I haven’t found!

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Irish ruins

Watercolor – 5,90 x 7,87 inch – Unique work

As I and my daughter spent two weeks holidays in Ireland with a couple of friends and their son, I particularly remember this ruin.

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Starbucks Coffee

Watercolor / Red chalk on white paper – 5,90 x 7,87 inch – Unique work

Just arrived at the office, I already count the seconds, the minutes, the hours remaining to reach the sacred moment of lunchtime.

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From elsewhere

Inspired by Albrecht Dürer (1471-1528) – The mill of the willows (1496) – Oil on canvas – 14,96 x 21,65 inch

Bree crossed the oceans, the moors, the dangers, to land in this lost corner of America.

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One day I’ll go to New York …


Charcoal / White chalk / Red chalk on white paper – 11,81 x 7,87 inch – Unique work

As I sang this song in my head, as my wished holidays in the countryside had just fallen by the wayside, as my best computer friend guided me, I decided to fly to the city that never sleeps: New York.

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Watercolor – Black stone – 6,10 x 8,66 inch – Unique work

I got up this morning and you were there, in the back of my mind, melancholy. My childhood flashed before my eyes. Eventually, part of my childhood, a tiny, tiny part, moreover. I’d rather forget the rest of it. It was summer, I remember. In Scotland, such a rough country and warm too. The evenings, hidden in a corner of a cozy pub. The huge glasses of beer, the hot and alcoholic atmosphere of the locals. I was impressed by these raucous and rolling accents. I never catched a word but I loved listening. I was rocked by this unknown language.

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A tough winter

Inspired by Camille Pissaro (1830 – 1903) – Hoarfrost – Oil on canvas – 10,63 x 13,78 inch

Louis feels tired, so tired. Another winter once more. He doesn’t stop aging, year after year. He really can’t take it anymore. He is like his grand-daughter saying “throughout her life”!

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