tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12141468862741073722024-02-07T11:59:53.132+01:00APRES MIDI EN VILLEfrench Ceramics by Janeth Cousin, céramique grès stoneware monochrome handmade
photography by Jean-Pierre Cousin,
World art and other storiesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-66263853266506135222014-03-02T17:52:00.000+01:002014-03-02T17:52:11.390+01:00... pousuivre notre visite près du Grand Hôtel...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Au bord d'une fenêtre caressée la lumière, les décors paysagés offrent leurs rythmes.<br />
<br />Affirmation sereine parmi les "Cent Motifs" de l'exposition de Ateliers d'Art de France (Boutique Talents, 1 bis rue Scribe, Paris 9e).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-48110923227192998852014-03-02T16:39:00.001+01:002014-03-02T17:42:09.164+01:00Le Grand Hôtel en face...<br />
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Nous sommes presque chez Marlène Dietrich... en voisins.<br />
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numéro 1bis de la rue Scribe, à côté de l'Opéra, la boutique Talents
accueille les amateurs d'un printemps parisien particulièrement précoce cette année.<br />
Des variations sur un thème de paysage architectural y sont développées par Janeth Cousin pour une collection complète de pièces uniques, panneaux muraux, plats, vases, tasses...<br />
Le travail de Janeth y est scénarisé dans le cadre de l'exposition Cent Motifs, proposée par les Ateliers d'Art de France.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-23804962434854413442014-02-23T23:26:00.000+01:002016-07-26T11:42:41.816+02:00Cités Nocturnes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Les villes brillent de tous leurs feux comme des diamants.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-53026819134089460892014-02-16T20:16:00.000+01:002014-02-16T21:28:56.356+01:00Quatre saisons<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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La première saison, les oranges furent reçues dans une coupe couleur de braise,<br />
la seconde saison, les roses en branche vinrent se placer naturellement dans ce vase légèrement en hélice, couvert de tracés,<br />
la troisième saison, les pommes, les tomates, les avocats et les kiwis se rassemblèrent sur un vaste plat carré,<br />
et à la quatrième saison, les tasses attendaient que des mains s'en saisissent.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-11257496811194714472013-08-27T02:28:00.003+02:002013-08-27T02:32:48.911+02:00Contre-jour dans un sous-bois<div align="left">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ceci est sans doute un véhicule mythique, apparenté au tapis volant, ou aux raies géantes dont les ailes ondulent doucement dans les eaux marines. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">C'est aussi un contre-jour </span>dans un sous-bois. Les noirs profonds pourraient être en velours.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Nous aimons jouer avec les carrés, la matière du grès se charge ; </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">sa densité ondoyante brise l'épure géométrique.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-36617031605256629842011-12-26T14:54:00.002+01:002011-12-26T15:05:56.188+01:00Next year - all the best for all of us<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2011, a year time, has been the screenplay of quite a few events.<br />
Any changes to suggest?<br />
Keep them in mind for next year!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-83696466246439768512011-12-03T01:42:00.001+01:002012-03-10T16:47:43.545+01:00La clef des champs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">In December, it is time to </span>change
habits. If you are a city bum, try ecology and country life-style: cold
water, log fire, smoke gets into your eyes; try the daily tasks,
milking goats and cows. In December, it is dark out there morning and
evening, you will notice it and you will love it.<br />
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city you do not notice it, it looks as if it were always dark, unless
you take a break outside and discover than you may have a nice ice-cold
blue sky, a wet aquarelle sky in tones of grays and violet, clouds
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You will also love spending some time in the city.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Walking along the walls of the city will never bring you back to your starting point, but, for ever, walk away between earth and sky.</span></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-9089017835353234852011-03-22T03:12:00.006+01:002011-03-22T12:13:15.097+01:00Trois tasses s'en vont au bal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0iR_yv8LhBd1SVaEdSw98it_aDkFmtbA_Q04aeJwNEQz7jv7lz2xBJDUTa91aQkAQbAqCJUr1y3yAP1Q-TfGj5AfOwLSDaPhcDK2CKcqdeIu0tuj0v_maPWrAwt-92R6y1wq1Ahd55V8/s1600/_ASC7131-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0iR_yv8LhBd1SVaEdSw98it_aDkFmtbA_Q04aeJwNEQz7jv7lz2xBJDUTa91aQkAQbAqCJUr1y3yAP1Q-TfGj5AfOwLSDaPhcDK2CKcqdeIu0tuj0v_maPWrAwt-92R6y1wq1Ahd55V8/s320/_ASC7131-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Trois amies ne sont pas de trop pour partir à l'aventure: il y en a toujours une qui veille sur les deux autres, chacune à son tour, cela dépend des folies des autres...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-54676125776866911312011-03-15T01:27:00.001+01:002011-03-15T01:52:37.074+01:00Indices de la Voie Lactée - Milky Way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Reflections of Milky Way got burnt in the shallow volume of this big vessel, when I left it exposed for a while to the space, and when I turned it over, on the other side I discovered that there were even more of these engravings on the backside.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-90176356490247314532011-01-29T21:12:00.000+01:002011-03-15T01:52:37.074+01:00Exploring 3D space again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkmROB77lFZ8_0aCBbNFMpN-jvgLAZMQF5H4XuMzliKWGdShCpyokTouA-X6gpU6bPTaDt1ByhlAg-M6xUmGIA1W17hoVCTOOaxmptIOnjW_c8p_z9qG_2psjr92B-SoKXufZTPxMWJI/s1600/20101204-_DSC6266-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkmROB77lFZ8_0aCBbNFMpN-jvgLAZMQF5H4XuMzliKWGdShCpyokTouA-X6gpU6bPTaDt1ByhlAg-M6xUmGIA1W17hoVCTOOaxmptIOnjW_c8p_z9qG_2psjr92B-SoKXufZTPxMWJI/s320/20101204-_DSC6266-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>A une seconde près, c'est un autre monde qui s'ouvre...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-91578215636028693582011-01-29T20:56:00.002+01:002011-03-15T01:52:37.075+01:00Exploring 3D curvature of space<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The glaze on the black and white stoneware looks like a very thin film of water or oil on a basalt table. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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A dedalus : the middle of the dedalus is the centre of your world.<br />
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This dedalus you can imagine elevated to a pyramid. From the "centre", the summit, you will see all other worlds.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-80834696692009215602010-08-08T15:53:00.003+02:002011-03-15T01:52:37.076+01:00Mouvement sur le bord d'une coupe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CcmiXagzj-l4VDsk_jMKoxqXp_NxWomfP5fDlwWeDEmi_YiUvIQMpk4k4oHoTUZeAJGAExOT4bxVCwCZTtqQ0eJML41g5nA-BZt4ZR1Kp7_SBdnv0GcuvUJTcSVsemDqK3q5CbXoz8c/s1600/coupe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CcmiXagzj-l4VDsk_jMKoxqXp_NxWomfP5fDlwWeDEmi_YiUvIQMpk4k4oHoTUZeAJGAExOT4bxVCwCZTtqQ0eJML41g5nA-BZt4ZR1Kp7_SBdnv0GcuvUJTcSVsemDqK3q5CbXoz8c/s320/coupe.jpg" /></a><br />
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Nous en avons fait le tour en équilibre sur le bord, le temps d'un après midiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-21044120772447045692010-08-07T05:42:00.005+02:002011-03-15T01:52:37.076+01:00Map of a giant city<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDVglR229uJ0Sg9xsVHS07gbGBSATW6qEUAV9ys3AKncPSlOzEx59oc39D09ldYeAV1hjYbeRuSBRiTb9lvtutiQcO81hrBMIreum3B5t1uw7r8_BcdEioZ7tlWtyjp7ADFh1_LVirQ4/s1600/_DSC3914.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502509135365408722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDVglR229uJ0Sg9xsVHS07gbGBSATW6qEUAV9ys3AKncPSlOzEx59oc39D09ldYeAV1hjYbeRuSBRiTb9lvtutiQcO81hrBMIreum3B5t1uw7r8_BcdEioZ7tlWtyjp7ADFh1_LVirQ4/s400/_DSC3914.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div>As seen from high in the sky above the city, this nearly circular shape did not come out flat at all, but undulating to match the white and black enamelled patterns that flourished from the body of stoneware. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-49026617436215493092010-08-07T04:55:00.007+02:002011-03-15T01:52:37.077+01:00Rayonner<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjlGUhel3Alxuvyp8iLctFC-uM-M_XqFBPRS1QfFOt7mW_55zXvRGC6v2L4Sfxckd5ehvrP0ED5ig9kJPlQI4kwgOk4M2GW6NSv8bzaSFgTeYzgYNYQhEQ20joI4_JHak-BlNt_ZKwB8/s1600/_DSC3916-2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502504281597795970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjlGUhel3Alxuvyp8iLctFC-uM-M_XqFBPRS1QfFOt7mW_55zXvRGC6v2L4Sfxckd5ehvrP0ED5ig9kJPlQI4kwgOk4M2GW6NSv8bzaSFgTeYzgYNYQhEQ20joI4_JHak-BlNt_ZKwB8/s400/_DSC3916-2.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Sur le disque d'email noir, tous les points de l'horizon se renvoient des rayons, comme des dards en argent.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-82826443566578722452009-12-13T21:41:00.001+01:002011-03-15T01:52:37.077+01:00Black catches light, white catches shadow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCJgM2J3YNvDKbH576VMSGRJ-ngGndHI2T8gJ2wdcLHxNMOOFwyioRDueMmjowXTS3UGe48IYn3drljhSZBycQZRyeJ5tAxxBk4k5Dig__HxyW_RI5mWgFaiurwsmeSSiY_Rh4G_i-vs/s1600-h/Field-Threads2-1446.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414824763910394498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCJgM2J3YNvDKbH576VMSGRJ-ngGndHI2T8gJ2wdcLHxNMOOFwyioRDueMmjowXTS3UGe48IYn3drljhSZBycQZRyeJ5tAxxBk4k5Dig__HxyW_RI5mWgFaiurwsmeSSiY_Rh4G_i-vs/s400/Field-Threads2-1446.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-28303785980391065612009-12-13T21:31:00.001+01:002011-03-15T01:52:37.078+01:00Black catches shadow, white catches light<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LNiEBukMieAYH-Jbz3Ia6238N8pAWIhwMKH2LUJBJJwONVaPxuJOa-8MPTDJZNxaiaokQNIS9GWwnBu5dCRwjCctt2yzF3391LcsNIcRBnVEEGJukjv98SwmuWyow0eAsY8BpyL6rng/s1600-h/Striped-bowl-1398.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414822106260874770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LNiEBukMieAYH-Jbz3Ia6238N8pAWIhwMKH2LUJBJJwONVaPxuJOa-8MPTDJZNxaiaokQNIS9GWwnBu5dCRwjCctt2yzF3391LcsNIcRBnVEEGJukjv98SwmuWyow0eAsY8BpyL6rng/s400/Striped-bowl-1398.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-51955238539665322342009-09-19T17:29:00.004+02:002011-03-15T01:53:25.785+01:00Swirling strokes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZxb9zTqDX860IUSiXlHEJIJ9dHMt4oTg4Ldy0LFko8tLvA-zqC1v2prCOBXcdyUhN-fPfSI1iyyVmKFCh6np2pHMZc5vfjcbycNQki87uDm87wVzXPVyZuU3osIGJUOaBo5o0m9aXAZQ/s1600-h/_QSC5436corl.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383212868427696658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZxb9zTqDX860IUSiXlHEJIJ9dHMt4oTg4Ldy0LFko8tLvA-zqC1v2prCOBXcdyUhN-fPfSI1iyyVmKFCh6np2pHMZc5vfjcbycNQki87uDm87wVzXPVyZuU3osIGJUOaBo5o0m9aXAZQ/s400/_QSC5436corl.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihtpV9VqiXbpXO4KZ9T1AlY8O6tc765vJwu9e6ySKTtHRT_ivjKdFvmVVQFxk1pIHdvfCTYLQm4BKfP3q06pPWX4I-I-wolQSiQEHOi-dbXiVg2lR7fEEpnVhFU22C1q9q1f-Ww9WBBj4/s1600-h/_QSC5435.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-25760446654712593172009-06-11T22:46:00.007+02:002011-03-15T01:53:25.786+01:00Poeterie<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18X9oRuugoC3XOcFcVwkeldk-2WAKHJqHfn_-lKpI3VAnB1b6fTt20UP904XfXbE4FgoXiRufh5XxNziUknh1jFj7iMkL_qLkcZtKoAGE1yq1o2lDWHOX50ekDdpOENKPw4nf7FXxn_k/s400/_DSC7506redrec.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346175311316003858" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvIh6yycZIwOCj0s0GPT37G7ZxgkkmJosEHWjX1QqkaMQsaKACO2YAK_Uw2LCBii-DR8bDfw8JVb1ROgZ6lgXQbZhk5aLh5YEKdHOvoe8GIYvs442jb19PD3bU7X1R8LulqNV-TI9M7w/s400/_QSC5364regprep.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346176001556161810" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ceci n'est pas le champ de bataille d'un jeu de go sur un tapis sismique. Les graines de haricot noires et blanches, des mains les colombes, se sont envolées.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ceci n’est pas un échiquier, terrain d’agrès à carreaux de cimes et de gouffres contigus. Reinette et roitelet, fous que nous sommes, chevaux à l’amble se sont repliés.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ceci n’est pas non plus le damier que l’on croit, les sexes n’y sont pas en guerre, les pions se sont évaporés tout de go.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ce quadrillage serait-il alors la topographie d’un milieu discontinu, celle d’un espace intérieur où graviteraient quelque part dans ce filet quatre planètes à quartz ?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">L’entrechoc des gobelets à section coeurée sont ceux de la réconciliation de mat avec pat.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ces planètes siliceuses tintinnabulent au fond avant que d’atteindre sur leur lancée ce taffetas que chaîne et trame l’espace et le temps.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Et peu importe où elles se positionneront, dans quelle grange effondrée elles trouveront asile, fous que nous sommes sur elles, rhomboêtres, reine ou roi, sous quel empire sombré ces graines blanche ou noire germeront, dans quelle irrégularité de tressage, mantra de perdition mentale.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Tandis que la terre roule indéfiniment dessous mes pas, les colombes roucoulent, reviennent du coeur de la mater.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Christian Désagulier</b></i></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-41503768470678091012009-06-07T12:01:00.009+02:002011-03-15T01:53:25.786+01:00Snow, bamboos, flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlQI9p06Ir-P2jooUBg0TckdO89JbPktctiRrFy6khRvHf1P9kOfw6PqfpWzfyJJ8iCGJp4aUE_jtbixAx90FD0ecS2UjsqeP3QPNxy-RH3Pfqp6aUJyX1IOm24zwpFSjgMSlmiPnuTw/s1600-h/_QSC4718b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344527858256620162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlQI9p06Ir-P2jooUBg0TckdO89JbPktctiRrFy6khRvHf1P9kOfw6PqfpWzfyJJ8iCGJp4aUE_jtbixAx90FD0ecS2UjsqeP3QPNxy-RH3Pfqp6aUJyX1IOm24zwpFSjgMSlmiPnuTw/s400/_QSC4718b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj783Y4ASLYo963-t2UptFOtJ2YGv8Ej8rKx9VYvPvfOXrqnxYFrnog7WKutk0LzYJe3NhyoaW5InQufuUbBZqm98eJDtK0E5zr6BuHPDCQ7F4I5trJ__auR4pG7SBMv9FbWb3I7p5HDGM/s1600-h/_QSC4718b.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br />When I stood up, the flowers had fallen on the ground, and the bamboos were sticking out of the snow, like needles out of a ball of cotton wool.<br /><br /><br />Earthware 1300°C, unique creation by Janeth Cousin.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214146886274107372.post-24882030619687828852009-06-01T09:55:00.011+02:002011-03-15T01:53:25.787+01:00Sky, bamboos, flying flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCST60cGBXI2eHMj9NpBgljeD07Ilxk1AUvgCaGON6_bvX0VXTeET8mrpLsOObhSIbLgJi5cPMEiRvSC1HFsQ2T2EnFnQOISkPAzIDHKyRV7gBCpe8fE8P8NIFK5Bfta8uBImJ_ua2kM/s1600-h/_QSC4719sky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342273341716220274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCST60cGBXI2eHMj9NpBgljeD07Ilxk1AUvgCaGON6_bvX0VXTeET8mrpLsOObhSIbLgJi5cPMEiRvSC1HFsQ2T2EnFnQOISkPAzIDHKyRV7gBCpe8fE8P8NIFK5Bfta8uBImJ_ua2kM/s400/_QSC4719sky.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lying on my back in the snow I could see flowers flying in the sky, and the top of totally bare tall bamboo trees.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Preceding pieces of ceramics of this blog alike, this is a unique enamelled 1300°C earthware creation by Janeth Cousin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0