tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29541577771951344672024-03-04T20:40:16.559-08:00annepellotierpeinture /peintures et dessins de Anne PellotierAnne Pellotierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720310889375849036noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954157777195134467.post-31084425605123245502023-10-25T06:59:00.000-07:002023-10-25T06:59:57.452-07:00 t r a v e r s é e t r a v e r s é e t r a v e r s é e t r a v e r s e r t r a v e r s é e t r a v e r s é t r a v e r t r a v e r s é e // Ce blog ne présente pas la peinture fraîche / celle ci est visible à l'atelier / les peintures de ce blog ont déjà été /montrées/ exposées/ l'image numérique ne remplace pas la rencontre charnelle avec la peinture / la peinture s'adresse au corps du regardeur / au delà de l’œil / Anne Pellotierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15720310889375849036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2954157777195134467.post-58969962002814367632023-01-04T03:52:00.000-08:002023-01-04T03:52:58.036-08:00<p style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><br /></span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large;">CHANSON D'UNE FEMME SANS PERMISSION</span></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGqZg_1FI2PQ2UEdRFyhtsmhRDxoOu7s_eIdypTPZQmIkrurWZb9lMlJRLtlgvON0OTR5yYaga7nj0M_K1AJ1DurMj21TMayOrsz7xJbeBapSg4KajKjag4bcwH3WJlPmAXSa09S8veAExWfLwV0OhpY2baO-9J4XiqImDOFoivqhIQQFJ-D0ycQH/s1123/Chanson%20d'une%20femme%20sans%203%20jpeg%20-%20copie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1123" data-original-width="742" height="1035" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheGqZg_1FI2PQ2UEdRFyhtsmhRDxoOu7s_eIdypTPZQmIkrurWZb9lMlJRLtlgvON0OTR5yYaga7nj0M_K1AJ1DurMj21TMayOrsz7xJbeBapSg4KajKjag4bcwH3WJlPmAXSa09S8veAExWfLwV0OhpY2baO-9J4XiqImDOFoivqhIQQFJ-D0ycQH/w742-h1035/Chanson%20d'une%20femme%20sans%203%20jpeg%20-%20copie.jpg" width="742" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Granaz Moussavi </span></div><p></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Les Arêtes Editions </span></div><p></p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jekN9yeAbCOlgDvqfYdZpgKb6Yc288vbK_bOsrsEAvvjTJZbUoR8jRPDOsC-PtXmndLNoZFM-DNQZL8Vm32v_EeNKaVc01w1sq5EHxuKXQlfiJhYt5u2LyeThAclU8IgpQiw2AO-J9iseWB6k0AQ1OebJPi26G-HSWCM7sleUmgQB5idV1d3LL5O/s1755/Chanson%20d'une%20femme%20sans%203%20jpeg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1264" data-original-width="1755" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jekN9yeAbCOlgDvqfYdZpgKb6Yc288vbK_bOsrsEAvvjTJZbUoR8jRPDOsC-PtXmndLNoZFM-DNQZL8Vm32v_EeNKaVc01w1sq5EHxuKXQlfiJhYt5u2LyeThAclU8IgpQiw2AO-J9iseWB6k0AQ1OebJPi26G-HSWCM7sleUmgQB5idV1d3LL5O/w640-h461/Chanson%20d'une%20femme%20sans%203%20jpeg.jpeg" width="640" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif;"><br /></span></div><p></p><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large;">Je me souviens du Printemps des poètes cette année là, c’était à La Rochelle.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Je me souviens de la chambre d’hôtel où ils se sont tous retrouvés , ils arrivaient de Paris, d’Iran, d’Australie, c’était le soir, la pièce minuscule s’est bientôt remplie d’hommes chevelus et en chaussettes, il y avait là une femme, très belle, ses cheveux brun avec une mèche rouge , ils s’embrassaient, l’air était plein de l’ immense joie des retrouvailles, la parole a fusé dans tous les sens, ils ont ouvert des bouteilles de vodka,</div></span></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large;"> je comprenais le persan sans jamais l’avoir appris.</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large;">Je me souviens d’un autre jour, ils se sont tous assis en cercle sur le tapis du salon et ils ont dit/scandé des poèmes , je me souviens de l’attention palpable, de l’écoute, du bonheur partagé.</span></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><i>Ma voix tombe</i></p><p><i>un soupir vert se répand dans l'air</i></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Le texte de Granaz était âpre, beau, incroyable</span><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"> et courageuse</span><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"> parole, je me souviens de l'émotion.</span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Le livre est né de ces rencontre grâce à la vision de Sandrine qui débutait l’aventure des Arêtes éditions. </span></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: medium;">Porter ce texte, dire encore et encore, ce n’est jamais assez.</span></p></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: justify;">Journal . 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