Oil on canvas – 9,45 x 7,48 inch – Unique work
Once upon a time there was a bright star, a lot, so much brighter than all the others in her family. Her parents, surprised, asked their parents, who in turn asked theirs and so on for generations back. In the end? No appropriate answer. For no apparent reason. They had to deal with this characteristic.
Oil on canvas – 8,66 x 10,63 inch – Unique work
Damn, I just broke my fruit basket. A legacy of my great grandmother. I don’t know what happened. I wanted to take it out of the buffet. My cell phone rang. And as I am desperate for a potential phone call, an answer regarding a future exhibition in an art gallery in New York. My fingers are crossed. I must admit it would mean the world to me.
Oil on canvas – 9,45 x 7,48 inch – Unique work
Hello my darling daughter. I am pleased to write you these few words because I long for you. I received your text with your photo taken during your last holidays. In the shade of this huge tree trunk, you look so pale. I am a little bit worried. It even seems to me that you have lost some of your cheeks. Do you eat enough? Do you take the time to take care of yourself between exam revisions?
Oil on canvas – 10,63 x 13,78 inch – Unique work
It starts raining. It’s pretty chilly too. For the first day of her holidays after a hectic first-quarter first year at Kobe High School, Honshu Island’s metropolis, Maeko wakes up slowly, stretches, yawns and finally gets up. In the next room, she hears her little brother Azuma come and go with firm steps. She punches the wall between the two bedrooms to make him stop. He makes far too much noise for her. But nothing works. She crashes like a fury in his room and yells at him. Petrified, Azuma stops all movement at once.
Oil on wood – 11,81 x 15,75 inch – Unique work
Arabelle is delighted. She passed all her final exams. She will finally be able to enter the Air Force as a pilot and explore new lands. Her dream of a wise child has finally come true.
Oil on wood – 11,81 x 15,75 inch – Unique work
While it was grey, so grey in our lives, the Sun King appeared to us.
Oil on wood – 9,45 x 12,99 inch – Unique work
Jean-Luc doesn’t like stories. He hates this so-called privileged moment with his father when he reads a story to him. And during the weekends, it’s even worst, because as there is more time, it is his mother’s turn but with a fairy tale. And it has become unbearable.
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