The Eye and the root

Yes, Pearl, I'm leaning on the blob and ephemeral in the ephemeral of time I have currently it fills in the gaps, the hollows that lie between me and what I need to do emergency at this time... Therefore, is an occupation by striking out that keeps me running in circles, swirling, falling like a big drop, I turn into hailstones, etc There, they are friendly these drops because knowing that I am a painter begin to put color in the water and in the mirror that they imitate, what forms of flowers and of everything lying around next to them... pretty colors, of course ! Thank you, thank you and good Saturday-Sunday. Marc.

It is true, a funny look a bit stuck in the plant, in the suspension... But, he really seems to look at me, look at us this one... what is it ? What does he want of us ? The background is the color of the flowers that are behind him a little to reassure us of course ! thank you, Thank you, Marc.

Thank You Syru. ! I love as you say it, your word is a true refresh, I'm feeling well, so that I pearl of joy... no, no, not a drop that the tear would have been left somewhere on the fringe of the eyelashes... not ! Thank you, you're so nice. Marc.