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Oil on cardboard – 12 x 12 inch – Unique work

We’ve been here for so long. There are a few of us, old buildings of yesteryear, with bright colors, somewhat rickety architectures, with an insignificant joie de vivre.

We have gone through years of years, of war, of peace, of deaths, of births. We are the magnificent hearts of civilization. We carry hope, joy, resilience. We are as many life paths of the humans who have inhabited us as stones and wood that have built us.
We lean in all directions to better fight for our survival, fight the elements to remain upright, almost intact.

We are today for many tourist attractions. We delight souls in search of authenticity, wandering artists, lovers of color, space, poetry. We are all of these things and more. We offer a particular vision, a desire to stay upright, and to try, to attempt, to go all the way. We give everything, that’s who we are.

Sometimes, after dark, we talk to each other. We talk about our past, our present, our future. We discuss our options, which are numerous, everything we could do to help, support, arrange, improve. Hush! It’s a secret that we share with a few insiders, with all the people who believe, like us, in this something, this tiny nothing in the air, this force, this energy that makes us vibrate, shiver, love, hate.

Often, when day breaks, we share with the sky, the clouds, the sun, the different shades that they carefully apply to our facades. We have a lot of fun with shadow and light and their effects in the eyes of onlookers who walk casually past our clay feet on the slumped sidewalk.

Finally, how could we forget this powerful, limpid and dangerous element: water! It is a daily treat to gently bathe in this immensity. The reflections are countless and unique. We love decrypting the stories of a day, an hour, a minute, a second, dictated by the water. The changing colors, the incessant swirls particularly intoxicate us. It is a permanent game that distracts us from the possible gloom and sadness that surround us.

We’ve been here for so long. There are just a few of us, old buildings of yesteryear, with bright colors, somewhat rickety architectures, often insignificant joie de vivre.