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goat

I keep a fantastic memory of the history of Alphonse Daudet, The Goat Seguin M, so sad and yet so beautifully written and beautifully illustrated, my favorite version is undoubtedly that of Andre edited by Pec Father Beaver, with its cover image as cartoon kraft paper as studies in pastel. But that
Laure Delvolvé, discovered later, is a marvel of design with its tormented plots, where the movement of print scrub to Buissières and into the starry skies. As
version of Albert Chazelle, beautiful line and warm, she would probably deserved better support than the Library Rose, he does that through this collection, many children have been engaging the pleasure of reading and discover the backstage of a school system sometimes quite austere more often than not.

"Ah ! Gringoire, it was pretty small goat Seguin! She was pretty with her soft eyes, his beard NCO, his shiny black shoes, striped horns and his long white hair that made him a coat! ... A love of small goat ... "

Illustration by André Pec
© Editions du Père Castor, 1946.
Illustrations Laure Delvolvé
© Editions de l'Amitié - Rageot, 1953.
Illustration by Albert Chazelle
© Editions Hachette Library Rose, the first edition in 1963.

Then the monster came, and small horns
entered into dance.

Laure Delvolvé - © Editions de l'Amitié
Ah! the good kid, like she was going
heartily! More than ten times, I do not lie
, Gringoire, she forced the wolf to fall
for breath. During these truces

a minute, hastily picking gourmet
another strand of his beloved grass
then returned to fight with his mouth full ... This

lasted all night. From time to time
goat Seguin
saw stars dancing in the clear sky and she said
- Oh! as long as I hold until dawn ...
One after another, the stars went out. Blanquette
redoubled his horns, the
wolf bites ...
A pale light appeared in the horizon ... The
hoarse whoop went up a farm.
- Finally! said the poor beast, who waited more than
day to die and she
lay on the floor in her beautiful white fur
all stained with blood ...
André Pec ©
Publishing Pere Castor
The price of freedom ...

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embroidery stories


Rainy Day - 2002
Anna Torma is an artist of Hungarian origin born in 1952, emigrated to Canada since 1988.
His interest and fascination for textiles originating in childhood Hungarian mothers and grandmothers initiative very soon the girls to the art of pushing the needle, thus Anna herself has entered the world of embroidery and sewing.

His studies in Textile Arts and Design at the Academy Hungarian Applied Arts in Budapest from 1974 to 1979 coincided with the textile revolution of the 1970s and the growing popularity of works of foreign artists. At that time the textile away little by little what had hitherto embodied, folk art, hobby or household. Insofar as this particular course was not officially considered as one of the fine arts, it allowed a great Hungarian artists creative freedom, since they were not as closely monitored by the government that could be those created in other media.
Pieces were woven or sewn into abstract forms, polymorphic plant and conceptual work, an approach to textile art that has never been considered.

Flora - 2008
structures textile Anna Torma incorporate many techniques such as embroidery, patchwork, applique, quilting and felting.
First, it assembles a database of patchwork fabrics often composed of discarded pieces of old clothes, then she starts to produce embroidered designs on the surface and primed.
His goal, she says, is to create innovative work from textile arrangements, addressing the concepts of femininity, domesticity and ethnicity.
In some of his works, his embroidery images and text excerpts resume books for her children, and charting the progress of their learning.
Other compositions are pieces of gauze sewn together and adorned with floral motifs carved into textiles Hungarian. This loan
images and these assemblies allow it insufler personal experiences and spirituality and to draw parallels with other artists.

Playground I - 2002
Lace - 2008
His works are large, complex, intimate, fun and sometimes disturbing.
Everyone is like a memorial site where you get lost in dreaming up the thread of his story, that she shared with her children, traced through their images and stories, that of motherhood and unconditional love, images of the breast feeder, evocation of a caring mother and comforter, drinks to the source of a fantastic imagination, between heroes and monsters.
His works are carried out with care and attention to detail and textures, an experience of movement the mesh and the emotion of the piece, which belie their appearance childish.
Beautiful quilts, illustrated with fascinating graphics and skilfully disordered, with thin edges and deformed and were the old quilts as they are made for hospital beds from tissues of old shirts, sometimes complex models, mixing techniques, materials and cultural references, his work made her a recognized artist, participating in numerous international conferences on textile art.
Currently she teaches her skills at the Art Center of Burlington USA.

Playground II - 2002
Playground III - 2002
Serenade - 2006

Heartburn More Condition_symptoms

Violets

Nothing but a bunch of pale purple,
a bunch of these flowers small and almost bland
and a child playing in the garden ...

That day, in February and there, not so long ago and still lost like all other days of his life that does its senses ever, a brief moment, they have me uncluttered view.

Flowers among the most insignificant and most hidden. Minute. At the edge of blandness. Born of earth loosened by the last snows of winter. And how, if frail, can they only appear out of the ground, stand?

In the liturgy of the year, more constant, slightly more eternal than the other, which also discards, they have their place as the prime time in the day of seclusion. A time when we can not speak up. To hear them, we must move from the shadows. Being out of nightmares. Disposed of his strips.
Or is it not rather that their view we help?

"I do not pluck the flowers" says the Bride the Spiritual Canticle: this means that it will refuse some brief joy for another, deemed highest and more durable. This refusal does not prevent the flowers, even incueillies, were named in the poem, they are present as a limpid beauty scattered beyond which we surely could not go without having first loved .

Violets

Arrows point to the soft, incapable of poison.

(Erase all the mistakes, all the detours, all kinds of destruction, leaving only the small, fragile these arrows there, unchecked a dark corner in late winter.)

The tiny, which opens a path that makes its way, but nothing more. As if we needed something else, which I was never given, to go beyond.

Frayeuses way, flavored, but too frail to it does not need the relay in the dark and cold.

Philippe Jaccottet
And Nevertheless