Category: Aquarelle

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Passing the baton

In a world not our own, a tent stands in the middle of a strange, misty forest. We’re not sure whether we’re at the bottom of the ocean or on dry land, as if our bearings have been blurred.

Inside the tent, two voices break the silence, two voices from the same childlike soul.
Little Loedi is unable to continue her adventures alone. Beside her, a grown-up Loedi listens patiently and consoles her:

“- There’s no turning back, you know?”
The little girl nods.
“I’ll take over from here, don’t you worry”.

For these two versions of the same soul, it’s time to say farewell.

Loedi heads off to find Choco waiting for her outside the tent. In another world… Together.

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The time of a dream

You spun around one too many times before finding the right position to lie down.

After a few minutes, you’d finally relax, stretching out before exhaling with a deep sigh.

Then I’d fall asleep, lulled by your heavy breathing.

Tonight, I fall asleep, letting my thoughts escape to you:

“Come Choco, join me and let’s go for a walk together, just the time of a dream.”

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THE meeting

One morning in January… after long weeks spent in a cage following your abandonment, you found yourself at home… YOUR home.

We had to get to know each other, understand each other and trust each other. It took me many months to convince you that you would be safe, loved and protected… until your last breath.

A few hikes later, we had become inseparable.

J.R. Ackerley said:

“The dog has only one purpose in life: to offer his heart.”

I gave you a home and you gave me your heart. Thank you, Choco!

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Seeds

“- Look at Choco! Visitors marvel at the seeds in our meadows. Does nature have to be locked up in a museum for man to become aware of its beauty?

– Apparently Loedi… “sigh”.

– These are the same people who walk past parks, gardens, flower boxes and other plant installations every day without even a glance. And if I stop to admire a flower or the veins of a leaf, they look at me sideways as if I were abnormal.

You have to know how to look at nature in its natural state. Even in the city, it is omnipresent if you take the trouble to pay attention to your surroundings.

– But Loedi, maybe they don’t know how to see and wonder anymore.

– How sad! Could the exhibition be a bridge between their lost childlike soul and nature? An ephemeral bridge…

– Perhaps… “Sigh”.

 

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A perforated spandrel for a breathtaking view

– Loedi why come to the Centre Pompidou since neither you nor I really like modern art?

Choco only received a big smile in reply, and then Loedi dashed up the escalators. One floor… two then three… four… five…..six!

On the sixth floor, Loedi crossed the gallery without stopping to look at the many paintings and sculptures. Choco trotted behind her and together they arrived at a huge terrace.

There, loudspeakers were placed along the railing and broadcasting … how can I put it? Sound? Noise? Certainly not music.

– Loedi what are we doing here? This sound installation is bursting my eardrums!

– I agree Choco but that’s not why I brought you here. Let’s ignore the noise and get closer to the edge…. There, you see?

– Wow, the Eiffel Tower! And over there the Arche de La Défense! And oh, there’s Montmartre!

– Yes! And down there is Saint-Eustache. And if you look over there, you’ll also see the Hôtel de Ville and Notre-Dame.

– It’s beautiful Loedi!

– Come on Choco, let’s go back inside now.

– Wait wait wait…. I’d like to keep enjoying it a little longer, it’s the most beautiful view of Paris I know!

– Hahahaha! You see Choco, you managed to forget the noise

 

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The soul of a country

“How do you manage to play music on this broken harp?

– I can do it because the music I play represents the soul of a country: it’s the Ukrainian anthem.

– I don’t understand…

– Like this harp, even if everything around you is destroyed, looted and ravaged, never forget that the soul of a country and those of its heroes are immortal… Keep hope Choco, keep faith in the future. ”

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Душа страны

“- Как играть музыку на этой сломанной арфе?

– Я делаю это потому, что музыка, которую я играю, представляет собой душу страны: это гимн.

– Я не понимаю…

Подобно этой арфе, даже если все вокруг разрушено, разграблено и опустошено, никогда не забывайте, что душа страны и ее герои бессмертны… Сохраняйте надежду, Чоко, сохраняйте веру в будущее.”

PS: Why Kharkiv and not another Ukrainian city? Because the drawing is based on a photo. The one of Alina who left her home when a shell fell in front of her house. She now lives in Paris and tries to keep hope in the future.

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Почему Харьков, а не другой украинский город? Потому что рисунок основан на фотографии. Алина покинула свой дом, когда перед ее домом упал снаряд. Сейчас она живет в Париже и пытается сохранить надежду на будущее.

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Once upon a time… at Café Léonard

Once upon a time… at Café Léonard, there was a happy band of amateur artists who liked to share their passion.

“You see, Choco, it’s more motivating to draw with others. And over a coffee, it’s fun! I can’t wait to see each other’s drawings!

– Yes Loedi! I’m hungry… Isn’t there a biscuit for me next to your coffee?

– “Sigh”. You’re always hungry Choco… and no there’s no biscuit.”

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But where have the clock hands gone?

“The coming and going of the trains has fallen silent. It’s been a long time since a traveller looked up at my hands, so …. What is the point of keeping them?

Why and for whom should I continue to tell the time?

No, no… time has stopped here and my hands are only the memory of a time lost forever. I might as well forget them too.

Today, visitors have replaced travellers and instead of running after time, they come to lose the notion of it by wandering from one sculpture to another.

No, no… it is better to leave them in this bubble outside of time and not to disturb them. The incessant ticking of life’s clocks will catch up with them soon enough.

Extract from a conversation between Loedi and one of the clocks in the Musée d’Orsay.