Fear

Fear is all we have, when we're alone.

Someone asked me for poetry on this blog. Then Yesterday I went to a party and met someone who does visual poetry with pictures. So I decided to bring back an old composition I've done in the past, under the title Fear.

Quelqu'un m'a demandé si j'allais mettre de la poésie sur mon blog.

Après avoir rencontré un artiste faisant de la poésie avec des photos, hier soir, j'ai décidé de publier ici cette photomanipulation qui existe depuis déjà quelques années.


Parc Laurier, Plateau et REZ, Côte-des-Neiges

at the fair

Sometimes I wonder what are the lives of those who work in fairs like this one. How could they settle down and have families, while their occupation is to travel across a given region, a country or sometimes even the world. I guess they go back home when the show is over and the rides are packed in the trucks for winter. But what is home? Where is it? Do they have wives and husbands waiting for them or do they travel together?

En studio

L'artiste gaspésienne Viviane Audet, à son studio pour l'enregistrement de son premier album, Le long jeu.

Actress-singer Viviane Audet in studio, during the recording of her first album,Le long jeu.


lien: Viviane Audet



Studio de musique, Mile End