Visite du studio de l'artiste Ben Heine qui nous parle de ses passions pour l'art graphique, le piano et la production musicale. Il réalise également une rapide démonstration de son concept "Pencil Vs Camera" pour MaTele (l'interview a été réalisée par Antoine Peret pour MaTele).
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Rencontre avec l'artiste Ben Heine dans son studio
Visite du studio de l'artiste Ben Heine qui nous parle de ses passions pour l'art graphique, le piano et la production musicale. Il réalise également une rapide démonstration de son concept "Pencil Vs Camera" pour MaTele (l'interview a été réalisée par Antoine Peret pour MaTele).
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Music, music, music... Here is a bird with some electronic power! I took the pic and made the sketch as usual. I was sitting outside of a restaurant in Lisbon, Portugal. Several birds came and moved from one chair to another hoping to draw my attention to receive some food (I gave them all my bread, lol). If you wish, you can also view the sketch in progress and some preparatory photos HERE... See the whole "Pencil Vs Camera" album.
Lhasa de Sela
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.Lhasa was an American-born singer-songwriter who
died of breast cancer on the evening of January 1,
2010. She was only 37 years old. I really loved
her deep voice, her meaningful words, her
intensity and her sensual rhythm, search
her music on You Tube... We lost a
great and talented soul. RIP :(
died of breast cancer on the evening of January 1,
2010. She was only 37 years old. I really loved
her deep voice, her meaningful words, her
intensity and her sensual rhythm, search
her music on You Tube... We lost a
great and talented soul. RIP :(
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Tell Him
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Will You Ever Sing
By Peter S. Quinn
Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me -;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.
There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.
Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.
By Peter S. Quinn
Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me -;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.
There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.
Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.
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Life's Melody
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Here Comes
My Melody
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By Peter S. Quinn
Here comes my melody outside
Heart looked in its beat
Every hour from the indoors hide
Easy comes nowhere street
Love song of ‘a going to nowhere’
Always again from its cast
Footsteps so softly from there
Into the grime are now lost
Day of my day through emotions
Longing to dream there on
Like the wind in its erosion
Till it has blown and gone
Telling you nothing is real
Only the rivers of hearts crying
Do what you most and you feel
Each in your way complying
Now that I have again instigated
It's time to leave once more
Otherwise time wouldn't be activated
Only be stranded in on 'nothing for'
Here comes my melody to sing
With the crowds going this morning
Some notions are not for the lasting
Into times sentimental corning
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
My Melody
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By Peter S. Quinn
Here comes my melody outside
Heart looked in its beat
Every hour from the indoors hide
Easy comes nowhere street
Love song of ‘a going to nowhere’
Always again from its cast
Footsteps so softly from there
Into the grime are now lost
Day of my day through emotions
Longing to dream there on
Like the wind in its erosion
Till it has blown and gone
Telling you nothing is real
Only the rivers of hearts crying
Do what you most and you feel
Each in your way complying
Now that I have again instigated
It's time to leave once more
Otherwise time wouldn't be activated
Only be stranded in on 'nothing for'
Here comes my melody to sing
With the crowds going this morning
Some notions are not for the lasting
Into times sentimental corning
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
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