Papa's art stuff

It is a bit difficult to speak about one's father, but I will try, briefly. Papa's started drawing from an early age, probably influenced by his grand-father, André Deslignères (see wikipedia article, in French sorry!) and like him, has very much been a countryside painter, mostly of our village in Burgundy, Balleray (which is now in Google map, miracle!) but I don't really want to speak about his painting as I am more intrested in his drawings and engravings. As his name is also André Deslignères, he sometimes signs his work with "Deslignères jeune" (Deslignères the young)
Papa, like many autodidacts I know who never made it to high-school, has read extensively, and you can find many references to world litterature, such as
 Don Quichotte de la Mancha, a book he's very fond of,











or the Greek mythology,here it is the passage of the Styx, the river between life and death, with the "lovely" Charon in charge, described by Lucian (I think, though let me know if I'm wrong! But I remember studying a text in Greek class that my father read, and here is the result!). You can see also on that one, especially with Charon's head, Japanese influence.

Dad's always been very fond of the art of Japanese printmaking: Okusai in particular but many others and I'm sorry I do not have my Dad's culture and do not know many names!

 The Greeks again or rather the people living in Crete, and a smidgen of Picasso I suppose.

For my book, of course, there won't be any images of hell, or fantastic landscapes, there will only be... well I don't know yet, but very probably a real landscape (si tant est que cela veuille dire quelque chose!) or clouds

Autoportrait http://t.co/FLiKZoGg -- Lucile Deslignères (@LucileDeslignes)

Dear Readers

I have to admit at the moment I am mainly writing in my other blog, the "I learn Russian" blog where I am trying at the moment to write poetry. If you do not know Russian, paste the text and go to Bing Translate or Google Translate... those are not great, but better than nothing...

artistic cat

Oxford

New College

Je ne suis pas un ange

Je suis tombée
Dans le dos la brûlure
J'ai vécu en jouant
du violon ou de la trompette
Certains m'ont dit là bas
avec un trémolo dans la voix
"Ah! Votre manière de jouer Brahms!"
Ou peut être étais-je celle qui jouait
les préludes de Bach au violoncelle
devant le four qui se remplissait
J'ai vécu
Dans le dos la brûlure
J'erre dans les temps
Je pleure beaucoup
Les innocents brûlent toujours

Roasting

I feel very Spanish today
roasting in the sun waiting
for a bus that does not come
I try not to show fear
when I walked on the road
the dynosaurs are passing by
as long as I am not in their way.
How long have I waited now?
One hour maybe? Not cigarettes left.
I'll be cranky. Americans are passing by,
doing their hobbies, dressed up to "work out"
Oh I'm working it out just fine here.