Eclectic Art Moments

A slow Sunday afternoon. The background color is in memory of a wall I painted last week and looked beyond  striking bright. On canvas, the same color is a whole different story. The wall is saved by an eggplant color and  double the work but everyone is happy and I a m happy with my little spontaneous snail. The snail added a last touch to my assembly line that turned a white wall into an eclectic mini art gallery.

It is a mixture of brass, pottery and wooden stand from eclectic parts of the world with a twist (that's my twist) on the traditional dark brown color of the legs. When you have elements from Turkey, Mexico, Lebanon, Thailand and the US, all in one display, that's definitely cultural anthropology.

I was very happy to get a few intensily good and colorful suggestions for a name to my untitled painting. I am  always amazed by how each one of us sees the same thing with a different eye and meaning. This is art after all, open to all kind of interpretations. Thank you for being part of this impromptu idea and thank you for being part of my life. Here is a mix of  funny, serious and profound ones: Tourbillon  (Diana and Rania) Tunnel vision (Whitney) Eggs over easy (Fadi) Spiral of life (Gulli) Sunny side up (Gunilla) Turmoil with a heart of gold (Paula) One beautiful eye (Michelle) Mélancolie (Nayla) Lost  Staying centered in the middle of the storm  Space dust  Eye of the storm (Paula) Hope Light "Heart of Gold staying still" is the one you inspired.

When I worked on this painting, it reflected  my state of mind. At this moment, I can't come up with a name for it. If anyone is inspired and has a name for it, send it to me and I will post it, with your name if  you would like me to. (email is through my blog profile or  friends and family know how to reach me)

Many questions remain unanswered.

The art of making desserts with Menier chocolate and making the right tea, that's Mariage Frères tea, deserves a moment: Spoiled with goodies to last us all winter long... maybe! But that's not all. The end. Thank you Julie & Franck

In the children books and comics I grew up reading, mushrooms were always red and white. I was walking in Birmingham's Christmas German market a few days ago when I saw some ornaments that brought back this vivid memory. I came back home and painted  my mushrooms on paper clay plates I made, just like I did with my pebbles and stones I collected at the beach of my beautiful Mediterranean city: I used to paint so many of  them red with white polka dots. A moment to share!