What’s wrong with the world today?
Things just got to get better
Sho’ ain’t what the leaders say
Maybe we should write a letterDear Mr. Man
We don’t understand
Why poor people keep struggling
But you don’t lend a helping handMatthew 5:5 say,
The meek shall inherit the earth
We wanna be down that way
But you been tripping since the day of you’re birthWho said that to kill is a sin
Then started every single war
That you’re people been in?
Who said that water
Is a precious commodity
Then dropped a big old black oil slick
In the deep blue sea?Who told me, Mr. Man
That working round the clock
Would buy me a big house in the ‘hood
With cigarette ads on every blockWho told me Mr. Man
That I got a right to moan?
How ’bout this big ol’ hole in the ozone?What’s wrong with the world today
Things just got to get better
Dear Mr. Man, we don’t understand
Maybe we should write a letterListen, ain’t no sense in voting
Same song with a different name
Might not be in the back of the bus
But it sho’ feel just the same
Ain’t nothin’ fair about welfare
Ain’t no assistance in AIDS
Ain’t nothing affirmative about you’re actions
Till the people get paidYou’re thousand years are up
Now you got to share the land
Section one, the fourteenth Amendment says:
No state shall deprive any person
Of life, liberty, or property
Without due process of lawMr. Man,
We want to end this letter with 3 words
“We tired you all!”Source: LyricFind

Polo & Pan, Terranova, C.S., Azari & III, Cabaret Nocturne, Limpodisco, Forrest, Denis Horvat &Lelah, Vanilla Ace &Ayarez, Faithless, Hangover Boss, Scissor Sisters, Snacks.

• Inspired by Romaine Brooks

Clin d’oeil à l’oeuvre de Matisse qui lit “Elle vit apparaitre le matin. Elle se tut discrètement”. 

And the sun is stealthily creeping-up from behind the mountains to the right.

I wake-up when it’s pitch black.

It’s blacker than black, a carbon sort of black.

A black alleviated here and there by faded lemony yellowish electric lights.

I wake-up when it’s pitch black,

My senses tempered by the absence of light,

My eyes conjecturing the contours of my surroundings.

There is something comforting by this void,

Something interiorized that merges with the outside

And patiently waits.

As time moves slowly, the blackness lingers,

Whispering a tender lullaby

To the endless shades of shadows dancing in the corners of my eyes.

I see. All of a sudden, I raise my head and I see… a blue.

It’s a dark almost black blue but it stands tall nonetheless in its blueness.

It transpires, all encompassing, conquering valiantly the darkest shades of dusk.

The blue rapidly turns into blues,

United, they creep over the land

And spread to the sky,

The sparkle of a star slowly shimmers out.

Vanessa

Bikfaya – Wednesday, September 4^th 2019

Acrylic on canvas, 2019

Avant d’être artiste…

Une mélodie dans mon bleu, c’est un texte et de la peinture, mon coeur ouvert qui chante enfin, une vieille chanson qui m’a longtemps hantée. 
En attendant l’expo, je partagerai ici (et là https://www.facebook.com/events/345402329665594/?active_tab=about ) des morceaux que j’aime qui ne seront pas dans l’expo mais tournent autour du même thème.

Jbeil

Acrylic on canvas, 50x40cm, 2008

Catch a preview of my new paintings based on songs at the BAF tonight!  

* Below a detail of La Foule, Edith Piaf – Acrylique sur toile, 100x120cm, 2018

 

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