no art, only work

some days some hours, some weeks, there is just no time...
i keep time for yoga, and beach in early morning some few days
soon wil come as said a friend, soon will come

expecting

yesterday the little red dress performance went ok, i will say ok because the place were we performed was hard.
and i was tense, edith was tense...
what are we expecting from our art work ? somedays i find it difficult because, even if you dont' create for others, you are still sensitive when others watch it.
each time, for the little red dress piece, it is so tense. because how can we be relax with this subject ?
i am gratefull for my team to be so present with this work
so happy to not be alone with it

workshops in highschool

today Edith adn i went for workshops in highschool with our work about child abuse " the little red dress"
it was a 2 hours class, very rich to talk about or with teenagers, edith did an extract of the piece and they were very touch by the work.
and this is just great to see that we can have a link with the audience with this hard piece
we will perform for 2 days, tomorow and saturday, i am very stress each time we have to perform this work
as usual i did not sleep last night
but this morning i was happy to find so much answers from my yesterday's post
thanks for all of you


this is a draw i did for the work last year

and a link about the work

early morning performance

this morning, we did perform, very early for show our work to the governement ( hoping to get more funding for next year) my back was so painfull that i took pills before going to work. my hips are like glue! i cant even do a sun salutation! but i dont know how, the performance went very well
i did lucy, edith did the little red dress and then we did maux-rouges with drean, costa and i.
the people from governement really like the work! for once!!! yes! i am very tired but very happy.
so we went all together( the team..) for a nice lunch in italian restaurant near by!
it was nice to have a good time after so much work for only 4 people!
i have so less time this year for aedm... i di lots of art but did not have time to picture it! i will publish more next week

after the premiere...

it took me 2 days to get less pressure from this premiere.
there was a small audience, may be 20 personnes that we know from the little micro-work-art- business and some others artistes, friends and closed to the compagny. thanks they were here to be gentles and tenders. as i mention before, the subject is hard, as soon as i will have some pictures, i will put them online, nobody took any pictures, there was like a tension in the air.
Edith, the dancer did very well. the decor and lightings, sounds and words very precise. everyone was a bit shaky especially me. i could not say a few words and my hands were shaking when i had to press the button of the ipod! don't want to do it again, i mean press the button...
the morning and lunch time were very friendly, warm up class'es very relax, lightcheking very good. edith is very professionnal and she have an excellent bodymemory. her body is different now that she had a babyboy and she brings maturity in the work. she is a brillant dancer, very emotional.
in the audience, a few mens... more womens. after the 20 minutes of the little red dress, Drean and Joce show a second part, a poem called the purple of spirit (or mind).
it is a very sad poem. for sure, we are not showing relaxing things, we are talking about awfull subjects that everyone don't want to ear about.
after , everyone tried to talk, words are not coming and when they come, you can not say : i like it. you feel like your do'nt like it.
so here is coming this : as an artist do you want people to like your work ?
i am thinking of some comments from a young women who said : i don't like it, i d'ont like what it does to me, it is too much violent and almost true. it did contract my body, make me feel like almost seek.

so in my head, i know that the work is true. we are at the point where art can be so real.
edith is dancing alone in a white dress that become red with lighting, she draw some faces on the floor saying that she doen't like to play the doctor's game. she prefer hyde herself under the table. then, she stand up and dance because a voice told her to do it. there is music, an old disco horrible poison for the ears. she finish her dance on the sofa, a red sofa. and the hand becomes hawfull, palping her. then she takes poses, contract herself in the pose and release in the pose. repaet it more more fast, many times.
she stand up, back to the audience, taking off her top, dirty in her mind...
when she stand up, she wants to fiht to resist, mouvements are fights, music is playing, she turns some times to the audience, she jumps on the floor like if she was beatten. then she sit and do the smae pose form the sofa, on the floor.
the voice come back giveng her " adjustments"" do this , turn, faster, slower, yes better..."
she give up, staying on the floor, waiting before goind under the table...
we show only this part, not the end.. we have to work the end and make it with a touch of hope and hapinness, brings some hope is important.
here is my post, a bit like a confession about how is it after the red dress.
next performance is on wenesday, it will also be my birthday. i have to meditate for be ready and be strong.
for this work, we have to accept that audience can't smile after see it.
but we can be proud of us and be sure that we do a work that can be usefull for the society.
i really thanks the red dress team, without them, the project will not exist.

the picture is from

bangalore art museum... i took this picture in january.

red dress

tomorrow is the " premiere" day of our new work : the little red dress, the piece which is talking about the consequences of being abuse as a child in your full life.
it is a hard work, and the dancer, edith, did well, she does well
for me, for her, for us watching it since the beginning of the work process, it does work.
but tomorrow, some people from " outside" will see it with fresh new eyes.
what are they going to see ? same like us ? same but different ? different ?
it is a bit shaky tonight but i know in my heart, this work has a meaning, this work is strong and sad.
i don't have picture yet, so i will put one of my past draw that will be part of the show, even if i don't like this draw so much, i do'nt have enough time to do one now and taking one from the beginning is very interesting...
i hope we will have some pictures tomorow...

the little red dress

for two weeks, i 've been working on the residency aroud the "little red dress " concept. the little red dress is a short story i wrote about a girl abused and about the suffer that is in your life when you have been abused as a child.
it is a tiring subject.
each morning, i start with a class, about floor work, in slow motion, followed by a choice of yoga postures for back bending. it is amazing how everyone did progresse in 10 days.
each days, th " dancers" are coming to the class but each day there is also others peoples coming for sharin the work. some of the women did some "art pieces" around the little red dress subject.
for the week end, i will be happy to stay home, resting, may be find time for drawing or doing collage. going to the beach, take a walk.
here is the flyer for the residency
for this flyer, we used the photoshopwork of valerie gruber, an artist i like, she is always coming for the yoga class

red dresses

i realize that there is like a bit of decalage between the time i am publishing and the time i am making art. for exemple, i finish my glue pot today, so i did some doodling, a lot, on a very strange and cheap quality paper for doing like backgrounds for next time i will glue...
in the same time , i am still on the process of red dresses, i did this one this week end.
stated with a card of a face that i did glue, then i used hairspray painting, then i took some wood and glue some newspapers from bali as background that i sprayed with red and black stamps...
et voilà!
je replonge facilement dans les robes rouges, je sens le décalage entre l'art fait dans l'instant et ce que je publie au final, souvent quelque chose fait deux ou trois jours avant...
l'important, c'est que l'art est là chaque jour pour moi.

chair

i add this painting collage to a poetry, but it is in french
it could be i paid cash in english
i paid cash from all the sadness
for being different
for knowing the dark side of the society
J’ai pris cher

Je ne voulais pas être perdue dans ce monde de grands
Tatée, jaugée, utilisée comme un joujou enfant
Ce que je voulais c’était qu’on entende ma colère,
Alors, j’ai pris cher, trop cher

Je ne voulais pas être nue au milieu de la rue,
Fourbue, moulue, foutue,
Ce que je voulais, c’est être vue
Au lieu d’être mangée toute crue
A l’endroit, à l’envers, j’ai pris cher


Je ne voulais pas me retrouver en boite
Palpée, paumée en sueur moite
Ce que je voulais, c’était rester droite
J’en suis ressortie maladroite, j’ai mal à droite
J’ai pris cher d’avoir souffert


Je ne voulais pas etre hors loi,
Traquée,filée, reniée
Ce que je voulais, c’est avoir le droit
De sortir de la misère et d’être moi
De dos ou face à toi,
j’ai pris cher pour continuer à me taire

je ne voulais pas avoir mal comme ça
rejetée, mal aimée, baisée
ce que je voulais, c’est que mon cœur batte encore
malgré le passé de corps, l’amour à mort
tatoue moi fort, brule porc
j’ai pris cher pour l’adultère


je ne voulais pas que tu prenne peur
en quelques heures, toc-toc au cœur
ce que je voulais, c’est un peu de douceur
petit gout de bonheur
quand on a peur, le cœur est vengeur
j’ai pris cher d’avoir été fière

je ne voulais pas te dire que tu affolais ma peau
que la fierté, c’est juste des mots
ce que je voulais, c’est te dire que je t’ai trouvé beau
ça m’a fait un effet chaud, genre hohohoho
je vais prendre cher pour laisser l’aire d’amour voire le jour
je veux croire que ça vaut le coup, toujours. toujours.

collage red dress2

we did this collage , my friend flore and i... just before the festival, here is one picture

flore and her red dress

Flore is a friend, she is painting since a while.
she came for me to shoot her with t-her own red dress, real dress and art dress.
after we worked together on a collage.
her art piece is on cimentpaper bags. the art piece will folow the performance in september or october, when it will be ready.
she explains to me the meaning of her art, the 3 faces, the blood as color for pain but also color for good, for life.
i did record a little of her explainations, it was great to share this

the little red dress project

i am working on a specific project, the little red dress.
it is like a concept not anymore just dance or theater.
the subject is sad. it is talking, trough art and poetry about how it is difficult to become an adult when you have been abused as a child.
it is talking about so many silent's whitness, so many people closing eyes when they might have see, ear or feel those kinds of situations.
i am working on this project with a dance, an actress, a singer and a music composer.
i want to open the project to every one, thinking of interactivity with audience, with schools may be.
would like like to participate ? by sendind an art piece with a red dress ?
what do you think ?
here is one, i am working on , but i let it because i dont nejoy that much canvas, fro now it is not finish and i dont really like it, too light...

collage red dress 1

on sunday, some friends came for do a big collage on the red dress thematique.
we had lots of fun.

red dress

back home, back to work, still on this red dress concept.
this one is a paint with collage and doodling with pencils on top of it

last dress of the year

i am in bali, waiting for the full moon, in family!

happy new year to all

 here is my last red dress of the year

Arrivée à Bali

 

Le vol pour Bali est long. Au fur et à mesure que l’on change d’avion, les visages changent, les cultures se multiplient.

Dès l’escale de Kuala, on rentre dans un autre monde, celui de l’Asie.

La chaleur est moite. Plein été, veille de pleine lune.

Nos valises se sont perdues. Elles arrivent quelques heures après et c’est un délice d’enfiler des vêtements propres. La sueur nous rend lents.

Grand matin, il y a foule sur la grande plage. Touristes et balinais arpentent le sable avant la chaleur. Certains pêchent, d’autres courent et d’autres nettoient le sable. Il faut que la plage soit belle avant 10h, l’heure de la ruée des corps blancs sur les transats.

Plastiques, poissons morts, mégots, capsules, il y a de quoi ramasser.

Les offrandes, devant les boutiques, les portes remettent un peu de beauté après la vue des déchets.

Je retourne à l’hôtel où nous prenons un petit dèj en smala, avant de partir sur les scooters pour une tour dans le quartier.  J’aime bien cet hôtel, situé en plein quartier de business, à deux pas de la plage. Le jardin est magique, même si les bungalows sont un peu vieux. On dirait que tout le personnel aime le jardin et s’affaire à le nettoyer, l’embellir.Devant les entrées, des vielles dames vendent des décorations de fleurs porte-bonheur.

Difficile de résister au shopping. Les balinais sont forts, on a envie d’acheter, les vitrines sont alléchantes.

Bain de mer, grosses vagues, qui laissent quand même derrière elles quelques sachets et petits poissons morts.

La ville semble dormir à l’heure de la sieste, ou plutôt, chacun se prépare à célébrer la pleine lune. Ça tombe bien, c’est aussi le réveillon.

Selon les cultures, c’est un jour qui attend la nuit.

Ce soir, la lune va briller et chacun va festoyer à sa manière, en fonction de son calendrier lunaire ou pas…

Meilleurs vœux à tous. 

before i travel

before making a good suitcase ( for 2 very differents countries) i try to add my blog to this blogbywomen... but i am still begginning and i did not get it... no matters, try later again

here is one more red dress, i will draw some travels picts for a while and keep red dresses on the red box

quand on part dans deux pays opposés, il devient plus complexe de faire sa valise.

 pas de robe rouge dans la valise, des dessins genre " carnets de voyages"...

une petite dernière avant de partir

addiction

it is a funny feeling that i have, early morning after yoga, coffee and cigarettes ( i know , they don't go well together) i have to post a draw or a pict...

well we can get addict to so many things... anyway it is better than be addict to someonelse

est ce une addiction que de sentir le besoin de poster une image ? ce n'est pas pire que d'être accro à une autre personne, en tout ca, ça fait moins de mal...

j'ai reçu cette proposition pour la bonne phrase à dire en 2010

2010 année de tous les vices ?

trop drole!

more red pict

i did cut and draw so many womens with red dress, i put them into a box and i will glue them later.i know i am not finish with thoses dresses, i will play with them after this travel starting on tuesday

j'ai préparé un tas de petite dame en robe rouge d'avance, je vais les ranger dans une boite et les reprendre après cette période de voyage qui commence mardi.

dress code

i went to a dinner the dress code was christmas, i did wear some very high red shoes and an indian red top that blings when you move, nice evening, champagne and good wine, feel like sumer time

habillée en noel des iles, j'ai eu mal aux pieds dans mes chaussures rouges très hautes. belle soirée au gout d'été avec champagne!!!

door

since yesterday i feel like i am in a new good step!

being happy, being creative

 such nice feelings

i am working on markbooks, i do them like a serie

but today one more red dress

depuis hier, mon coeur est plus léger, petit flottement, sensation de vacances

je fabrique des marques pages en série

une autre robe rouge....