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Alter Ego


My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
F**king high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

Thank you very much James Blunt...
Haska





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Partager un Brin de Sensation

The word not spoken
goes not quite unheard.
It lingers in the eye,
in the semi-arch of brow.
A gesture of the hand
speaks pages more than words,
The echo rests in the heart
as driftwood does in sand,
To be rubbed by time
until it rots or shines.
The word not spoken
touches us as music
does the mind.


Haska


Hi, i'm french artist and i live near Paris (France)...Opera's Blog is very great and i hope to meet a lot of people here ! Sorry for my poor english... Haska

Mon coeur balance

It's original painting on paper with acrylic, collages papers, and love art...thank for your regard ! Haska
To see last news paintings : it's here


Basic Instinct

Avoir quelqu'un dans la peau



Diminished

I watched you fall
I think I pushed
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe diminished
Maybe I'm innocent
Maybe I'm finished
Maybe I blacked out
How do I play this?

I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anything
Is the jury wavering?
Do they know I sing?

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe diminished
How do i
How do I play this?
Jealous lover, self desense
Protective brother, chemical dependence
I'll consult the i-ching
I'll consult the tv
Ouija, oblique strategies
I'll consult the law book for precedents
Can I charm the jury?

I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anything
Is the justice wavering?
Does she know I sing
That song?
Sing along (I will never hurt anything)
Sing along (I will never hurt anything)
Sing along (I will never hurt anything)

I watched you fall
I think I pushed
Maybe they'll see me
Maybe they'll say,
I can see the truth in his statement
Smallpox blanket? no way
Can I charm the jury, my defense?
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe diminished
Maybe I loved you
Baby I loved you
Baby I loved you
Baby I'm finished


I have given myself away
I have given my best today
I have never hurt anything
Is the justice wavering?
Does she know I loved you?
Does she know I loved you?
Does she know I sing?

Merci pour ces belles paroles R.E.M


La différence entre femme et homme

Biographie

Née en 1973, Lae HASKA est un peintre autodidacte, vivant en région parisienne. Ses oeuvres témoignent d'une prédilection pour les reliefs et couleurs posés sur les toiles, entre abstrait et symbolisme, qui tout en se libérant de son imaginaire, permet datteindre la sérénité du sujet.

Son approche de la toile est parfois spirituelle, la peinture acrylique permet ainsi de capter l'expression, la lumière et le contraste, comme un arrêt sur image.

Lae Haska vous entraîne sur un chemin ambivalent de l'art Singulier & Brut, l'itinéraire même de l'artiste en quête de vérité.

Techniques Artistiques

Peindre me libère de tensions intérieures...
Je ne pense qu'à ça, je ne vis qu'avec le pinceau dans la main, les vêtements tachés d'acrylique... c'est ainsi que je suis et je vis. Je ne recherche pas la notoriété ni une cotation...juste exister avec mes toiles. Lorsque je les vends, c'est toujours avec regret, une partie de moi s'en va...

On me dit que ces "bonhommes" sont "particuliers"... C'est vrai qu'ils sont bizarres ces personnages, étalés là sur la toiles, collés avec des bouts de papiers, désarticulés, aux contours accentués avec de l'encre...
J'accumule la peinture jusqu'à obtenir le résultat désiré, comme des strates d'argiles... puis je gratte la toile jusqu'à ses origines, j'éfface parfois, je pose des reliefs ou mélange les matières et peintures.

Le Pygmalion