("Moi et Juliette", Huile sur toile 50 x 70)
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I have had holidays this week as the kids have autumn holiday from school. My 2 meter long “To do” list from August had grown to a 5 meter long list, but again I managed to ignore it totally. Boy I am good! I should add this to my qualifications on my CV, in fact so far I have only one qualification. Finally I can make qualification to a pluralis, qualifications. Just after “Keeping perfect balance on high heels after 10 mojitos” I can now write “Capability to ignore any workload endlessly”.
Instead I took the kids to one of my favourite museums, Arken, which had a Picasso workshop for children in connection of their exhibition “Picasso and women”. Kids made beautiful litographies and I got so inspired that I picked up an old hobby, painting. I haven’t painted for at least 15 years, so my husband had to open the oil colour tubes with tongs, but they were still useable.
I have been painting for hours and the result is “Moi et Juliette”. Juliette Binoche is my lesbian fantasy, but the only one I have ever had (hmm, I maybe was also quite in love with Emmanuelle Beart once). I am the one longing for her but she is so out of reach.
My husband thinks this is too pornographic and won’t let me hang it in the living room. “Put in the garage”, he said, “it looks just like the pictures that our car mechanic has in his garage”. I have seen these pictures from men's magazines, my God, my piece of art has nothing to do with that porn. But if I can’t hang it at home, I will give it to Juliette. No, even better, I will sell it to Juliette. She has a lot of money and my love is for sale.
Instead I took the kids to one of my favourite museums, Arken, which had a Picasso workshop for children in connection of their exhibition “Picasso and women”. Kids made beautiful litographies and I got so inspired that I picked up an old hobby, painting. I haven’t painted for at least 15 years, so my husband had to open the oil colour tubes with tongs, but they were still useable.
I have been painting for hours and the result is “Moi et Juliette”. Juliette Binoche is my lesbian fantasy, but the only one I have ever had (hmm, I maybe was also quite in love with Emmanuelle Beart once). I am the one longing for her but she is so out of reach.
My husband thinks this is too pornographic and won’t let me hang it in the living room. “Put in the garage”, he said, “it looks just like the pictures that our car mechanic has in his garage”. I have seen these pictures from men's magazines, my God, my piece of art has nothing to do with that porn. But if I can’t hang it at home, I will give it to Juliette. No, even better, I will sell it to Juliette. She has a lot of money and my love is for sale.
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