{"id":2258,"date":"2026-10-19T19:47:51","date_gmt":"2026-10-19T17:47:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/?p=2258"},"modified":"2026-10-19T19:47:51","modified_gmt":"2026-10-19T17:47:51","slug":"language","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/2026\/10\/19\/language\/","title":{"rendered":"Language"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" width=\"903\" height=\"1024\" data-id=\"2259\"  src=\"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/le_langage-903x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2259\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/le_langage-903x1024.jpg 903w, https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/le_langage-264x300.jpg 264w, https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/le_langage-768x871.jpg 768w, https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/le_langage-1354x1536.jpg 1354w, https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/le_langage-1806x2048.jpg 1806w, https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/le_langage-900x1021.jpg 900w, https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/le_langage-1280x1452.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 903px) 100vw, 903px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Acrylic on canvas \u2013 8 x 10 inch \u2013 Unique work<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Language has turned into violence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>It lies there\u2014buried, hidden, concealed. It struggles to make itself heard. And yet, it does nothing but scream. It is surrounded by a storm of water and fire. It cannot find a way out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When the weather is fine and the temperature rises, it feels sleepier\u2014perhaps overcome by the sweltering heat. It is both harmless and lighthearted. It might even tell a funny story or two. Really\u2014I am serious! It knows how to charm, how to persuade, and how to reason.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Things are entirely different when autumn arrives. It finds itself submerged by water and burnt by fire. It suffocates; it suffers. It can no longer control itself. It spins out of control. It is no longer living\u2014it is merely surviving. And how? Through violence\u2014quite simply, and with total impunity. It hides behind that violence to mask its inner turmoil. It is in pain; it is alone; it is lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Winter arrives, almost unannounced. The cold rushes in, snow replaces the rain, and patches of ice make roads and sidewalks dangerously slippery. So, where is it, then? Is it hibernating? Is it hiding? Is it ashamed? It doesn\u2019t even know. It always feels out of sync. Violence reassures it; it gives it wings. And so, its sense of powerlessness gradually fades away. It is deluding itself\u2014but that\u2019s just how it is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The season drags on; the violence persists. It is hard to fight, hard to forget, hard to carry on without it. Suddenly, spring arrives; a swallow beats its wings. It hesitates, learning so slowly to emerge from its torpor\u2014from this horror, from this wave that washes over it. A wave that both drenches and burns. It does what it can. Does it, really? And yet, it tries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nature is being reborn. Buds emerge, one after another. Flowers, too, make their appearance\u2014each in its own turn, enchanting the gardens. It is there, lurking, looking sheepish. It does not know\u2014it no longer knows. It is also surprised to find a sense of calm washing over it. The sun and the blue sky are, obviously, helping it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It crosses its fingers, hoping it won\u2019t return to its old demons\u2014demons that lie buried, dormant, yet ready for any chance. And yet, and yet, and yet\u2014it continues, on and on and on.<br><br>So it uses water to extinguish, and fire to stoke. The perfect duo for fueling chaos. It gives in, for the sake of an easy way out.<br><br>Language has turned into violence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Acrylic on canvas \u2013 8 x 10 inch \u2013 Unique work Language has turned into violence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2258"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2258"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2258\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2260,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2258\/revisions\/2260"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidranne-painter.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}