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/image%2F0911679%2F20181024%2Fob_b9ff26_scan-497.jpeg "\"Painted subway tickets, each painted while commuting on the Paris métro. An attempt to capture the glance, the gaze, the stare of my fellow passengers and travelling companions for so brief a moment.
I would like to keep a picture of these unknown faces in my mind forever but, as time passes, the memory fades until all that remains is a little paint on a small cardboard ticket: a tiny reminder of a fleeting moment when two paths crossed.\"")
380, Ce jour là, je peins...
Publié le 13 Mars 2008
...un jeune homme qui lit un livre illustré, du genre de celui dans lequel j'apprenais l'anglais. Il me monte en tête la chansonnette (This is a cat, a cat is an animal)
...un jeune homme qui lit un livre illustré, du genre de celui dans lequel j'apprenais l'anglais. Il me monte en tête la chansonnette (This is a cat, a cat is an animal)