Song on Geneviève's house, herself and the beautiful view over Liege.
Poem in dutch :
Haar raam : een vergezicht op vele daken,
één puntglas in het front, in wijnranken gehuld : haar tuin.
De morgen kriekt,
hij zendt stad, bomen, groeisels tot bij het ruime bed.
Ik zit erbij te dromen
en hoor het lopen van de tijd.
De zon drukt vreugde in mijn oog.
Een stem vermaant me voort te maken.
In 't stille donker van de deur :
het schijnsel van haar warme wezen :
bekommernis, verschil en gelijkenis.
Haar vast figuur als licht in duisternis.
De droom gescheurd.
Ik kleed me aan.
Gabriëlla Cleuren 2009
The extreme loneliness, silence, disappearance of others and painfull consciousness.
Cats are better friends for people than people itself.
These objects are an attempt to express the virtues and vices , the happiness and unhappiness of human beings giving them a statue. For this purpose I use wavecardboard I paint it aftherwards and so it gets its presence.
Woman in red , man gone behind door, computer means loneliness. There is no contact of the couple.
Yellow is not always a nice color.
The sharp eye of the woman noticed the handsome visitor and his elegant clothes. A little bit strange? The man presents himslef very good and therefore is admired by the women.
Without clothes I feel a lot better.
Like this there are not too many days in the week.
When will I get a normal live back?
For the vulnerable artist the inside of the house is a prison. She prefers the sun and the possibility to be outside in nature , it brings creation.
Afraid of what the day will bring. The ghosts at night bring bad news. Therefore they are with many. The women don't know how to handle thsi and split up in dififrent stages.
To maintain everything alone in the house.
These objects are an attempt to express the virtues and vices , the happiness and unhappiness of human beings giving them a stature . For this purpose I use wavecardboard and other material I paint afterwards and so it gets its presence.
Feeling happiness, because of freedom - wild nature - space- and the possibility of being outside like the birds.
It could be a present.
I have a solitary activity and have therefore developed the habit to recite in evening to her partner the events of the day .They are: left in collage form listed. Dark clouds over fields, disturbing phone, leave ,hold conversations and dreams in total fantasy. Painting, dripping in blue.
The moon looks like a sun.
Give water to the plants with a red hose. The water gives life to the plants.
Somebody whom loses his head to the outside world.