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Françoise de Felice Ghostly Art

Dear Wonderful Reader,

Carlin, 2012
Carlin, 2012

I am absolutely mesmerized with French-Italian artist, Françoise de Felice ghostly paintings to the point that I sat down, thought hard and came up with a few theories to explain her work.

But first, I should let you enjoy this crazy ride!

L'Amazone
L’amazone, “The Horsewoman”
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Les souliers rouges, “The Red Shoes”
Bord de mer
Bord de mer, “Seaside”
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L’oiseau bleu, “Bluebird”
Lucie
Lucie
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Insousciance, “Recklessness”, 2011
L'heure blanche, "The White Hour", 2011
L’heure blanche, “The White Hour”, 2011
Conte d'automne, "Autumn Tale"
Conte d’automne, “Autumn Tale”
Vernissage, 2012, "Varnishing"
Vernissage, 2012, “Varnishing”
Les dames du poète, "The Ladies of the Poet"
Les dames du poète, “The Ladies of the Poet”
Visite au musée, "Museum Visit"
Visite au musée, “Museum Visit”

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Francoise de Felice (28)

Francoise de Felice (23)

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555841_633538400000011_403548658_nHow cool is this dog!!! Notice the contrast between the openness of his body language and the warmth in his eyes versus the owner’s stiff body stance and aloof stare. Nonetheless, it looks like the dog loves its owner just as she is! She probably likes him too since she’s letting him cling to her, despite her pearls and expensive clothes.

Theory #1

I love that her paintings look like the surreal fragments of a beautiful dream blending in together. They remind of that moment when you first wake up after having a series of dreams. And how when you try to recall your dreams your brain kinda shows you different snippents of them and you feel like you remember them exactly, yet you can’t verbalize them into words cause their so distorted.

Theory #2

Felice’s work is very psychological as her paintings explore the human psyche and how the human isn’t just a “human”. Instead, we are our spirit, soul, body, mind and God knows what else! All those parts are fighting to be prominent and dominate or rather to be their own distinctive entites. Next to that internal battle, there is a also an external battle with fellow humans (and they could be the closest people to you such as your kids, siblings, or friends as some paintings suggest), animals and outside forces. The art work showcases that ultimately those battles can be won or rather tolerated and all those forces and entities can live harmoniously. Also, they suggest that messy relationships, frustration, and struggle add passion to life and make it more beautiful, and interesting.

Theory #3

Stream of consciousness!

 

P.S I’m interested to know what do you think those paintings represent!

 

 

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Thoughtful Thursday: The Great Gatsby Quotes-Picture Book Pt. 2

Dear Wonderful Reader,

I couldn’t help but share with you  some more of my favorite quotes that gave me many insights about life. I am totally addicted to “The Great Gatsby”; I love the novel and the movie too much. They just transport me to another realm, that is surreal and whimsical (even if the ending is sad!).

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“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

tumblr_n26c15aMfb1sgti6po1_500“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

tumblr_n2c81anfWb1rv4djuo1_500“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don’t see or care.”

THE GREAT GATSBY“I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.”

tumblr_n2ee5oBDlS1rzghbto1_500“Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.”

tumblr_n26fpwRpi81su4qbjo1_500“The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at sometime, and because it seemed romantic to me I have remembered the incident ever since.”

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“As I watched him he adjusted himself a little, visibly. His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed — that voice was a deathless song.”

tumblr_n0wbxc14XB1qdts75o1_500“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

tobey_maguire_in_the_great_gatsby-wide“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”

tumblr_n06u9kAFhX1rx54tto1_500“Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!” He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.”

tumblr_n23zcnn5qf1to7dqgo1_500“They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”

tumblr_mnh5xllOxa1sptodbo1_500“So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight – watching over nothing.”

325x227>“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

tumblr_n26ta5KtmL1szblxvo1_500“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.”

THE GREAT GATSBY“At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others — poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner — young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.”

tumblr_muhbdtk2mY1sdjjebo1_500“It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.”

I couldn’t help but wonder… is it time for change?

Always loved and was amused by how Carrie always started her articles by this phrase so I’mma use it lol.

I failed two of my courses this quarter and got fired from my job and it’s all due to procrastination and my perpetual habit of always being late and missing deadlines.

I couldn’t help but wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something. I feel like everything is being put into perspective and I’m finally unable to get away with irresponsibility like I used to before.

I think the universe is telling me that its time for CHANGE and a NEW BEGINNING as I’m approaching 22 and officially leaving adolescence behind.

21 was one of the most confused years in my life I gotta say.

How did you feel at 22?

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d really appreciate it.

Life after getting fired <3

A window for change.
A new beginning.
Fuller potential.

What does’t kill me, makes me stronger

A day in my job (pre-getting fired)

Early on the day as I was blessed with the ignorance of not knowing what lies ahead of me (getting fired) I opened the supply cabinet and right then, I was especially tempted with a shiny new post-it. Without hesitation, I picked it up. Ashamed of my intentions, I put it back. I sat at my desk for five seconds, then frantically got up, opened the cabinet, grabbed the babe, and wooosh, that thing went right straight to my purse. Yaaay, I thought, “Scoooooore”. I loved making lists and I was running low on the stack in my room. I closed my purse and felt a mixture of relief and victory.

Then, I remembered Jesus.

Immediately, I opened my purse and took the post it out and placed it on the desk in the office. I mean why make a stupid post it lure me into theft and sin.

Then, I got fired.

Immediately, I picked it up from the desk and throw it right into my purse. Though, not as a post it but as a token. Also cause I was like hell with it at this point haha.

Reasons Why I Got Fired (Part 3)

In hindsight, Its like I knew today would be my last day.

Intuition, indeed.

1. Alright, so I had many thoughts floating in my head as I was driving (and crying) in my car about how I must have subconsciously known that today would be my last but now I really can only think of none. Oh well.

I’m really going to miss (some of) my co-workers and the fun I had working with them. There is also this kid whom I like and who claims that “he likes me”. I don’t know how it’s going to be now that we’re not co-workers anymore and we have to deliberately make efforts to see each other. Call me a pessimist, but I bet he wouldn’t care. And I might just reciprocate really, as I surprise myself a lot sometimes. I remember some years ago how I was really sad about leaving my old university because of the attachment I had with a certain guy. I even contemplated, though briefly, my decision of leaving for him. I thought that I’d miss him so much over the summer. To my surprise, nothing of that happened and he never entered my head and I was equally shocked and pleased with myself.

I got fired today (Part 2)

I really didn’t care and their opinions was nothing to me. But there is something about endings and goodbyes that leave me sad and sentimental. Knowing that it was my last time doing all the things I did, that always seemed frivolous to me, made me savor them. I grew pensive as I was opening the cabinets to look at how I organized them for one last time. Or logging in and out with my account that will soon be stripped out of its privileges.

Then, I started emptying out my cabinet and securing my belongings in my purse. I decided to leave my name tag though as an attempt to secure as little of presence as this small name can hold. In the back of head, I knew that soon someone will scratch it off and no will care but still. I left the the cabinet out displaying its emptiness…

I got fired today (Part 1)

They ordered me to the room and closed the door and said they had bad news. I knew it then. I had always suspected it, but still I was in shock. I was pretty composed, didn’t say much except: “No don’t be sorry!” and many “I’m fine”. They were telling me “the reasons” why they’re firing me. I didn’t justify myself nor did I felt compelled to give them an explanation. I really didn’t care and their opinions was nothing to me.

Hook-ups: We Live in a Generation of not Being in Love :$

It seems like its really hard to find love in this era. An era where hook-ups and zero-expectations are the norm. It seems like having standards and demanding certain rights from the other gender is “wrong”; because it makes you seem too “eager”.
I have many girlfriends who “like”, some even claim that they “love”, their hook-up but they continue to act cold, and nonchalant toward them for fear of rejection.
Why are we so afraid of revealing our true emotions when it comes to love and relationships? Why? How are we ever going to grow if all we do is pretend and play it safe?
I, myself, in the past have been a hook-up to some boys whom I thought reciprocated my feelings and eventually I found out the truth. I couldn’t remain silent then, and even though I lost their company and I was hurt, I really wouldn’t have been able to function with them and in my life with all that false pretense…

Diary: Its a Revolution in the Making

Have you ever wanted something so bad and waited for it so long. You wait and wait and wait, hoping that your patience will pay off at the end and maybe it will. BUT I”M SO TIRED OF WAITING AND WANTING AND WISHING on something that I feel will never going to happen. Sure I should be positive and optimist and just wait some more. But I can’t and I won’t and that’s because I’m an optimist. I figured if life doesn’t want to give me what I want then I have to two options: to submit, wait, and live in the hopes of finding what I’m looking for one day; or to turn the tables on life and eff it, since am not going to get what i want anyways, why play by it’s rules.

Sure, it’s going to take some practice, and whole a lot of self-talk to adopt to that new mentality and lifestyle but I must be stronger. I must be stronger than life. There are many quotes and philosophies that says we are a lot more stronger than we think we are, and they’re true. We’re always so bound by expectations; so prisoned by trying to conform to society and thats how we lost our vigor. I’m tired of waiting for things and being dissapointed by things I can’t control, but in a way maybe I deserve all of this because I rarely try to take control. So from on, hello VIGOR!!!

I wanna be bold, audacious, and vigorous. If I’m not to get what i want anyway, at least have fun at it. Ha

Do you guys ever feel the same way?