Of her work, she paints “portraits of peaceful sleeping characters, a way to express her own tiredness,”
“From one painting to another, Annabel entered in a visual dream where she created a common visual language : clouds passing by, phones reflecting quiet skies, windows opened on Provence landscapes where she grew up, and always huge round characters, with comforting gestures and expressions. Inspired by her deep dreams and souvenirs, her aim is to create positive and soft pictures to answer the anxiety of our modern society.”
The Beaker snitching and pointing out the photographer
The Beaker that’s about to unload on the photographer
The terminator strut before the ass whooping and you know he’s moving at speed because of the blur
The ominous feeling that you know this is 3 in the morning
Good grief. How’s anyone supposed to live.
I have purchased two CDs in the past five years and apparently I have a theme going.
I have purchased two CDs in the past five years and apparently I have a theme going.
My impulse to complain when someone says something as innocuous as “it’s sunny today!” is really awful. Sunny days are not for me, but let people enjoy their simple pleasures.
My impulse to complain when someone says something as innocuous as “it’s sunny today!” is really awful. Sunny days are not for me, but let people enjoy their simple pleasures.
