tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91598014998992895572024-03-13T07:03:11.061-05:00La CharpenteMarjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.comBlogger1063125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-64217738616997218992017-12-17T03:59:00.000-06:002017-12-17T04:01:27.909-06:00un souhait
a wish for my world this season...
acrylic on masonite: M.Hébert
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-52833285391335232852015-07-27T17:55:00.000-05:002017-12-17T04:10:47.946-06:00Telling StoriesImagInatIon is safe & sound! and my faith in human connection feels restored when I watch Thomas's video...
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photo: M.Hébert
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-46559063546596504242015-07-01T00:00:00.000-05:002015-07-01T00:00:08.924-05:00Oh Canada......our home and faithful land!
Let's reclaim what is ours.
photo: M. Hébert
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-6399076270679157072015-06-27T00:00:00.000-05:002015-07-06T22:13:35.417-05:00Words that have influenced me 2014-2015
Oryx and Crake Margaret Atwood
Late Nights on Air Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-67700193365457798602015-06-21T00:00:00.000-05:002015-06-21T00:00:05.530-05:00It's summertime, so...
.........
... don't forget to play!!
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-29577934368388237902015-06-16T02:24:00.000-05:002015-06-16T02:24:38.681-05:00
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-28756869427956497862015-06-09T00:00:00.000-05:002015-06-09T00:00:04.911-05:00Le départ
Quelle est la couleur de mes jours, tu me demande ? Depuis que tu es
parti ils sont sans couleur... celle des foins séchés au soleil sévère, du fourrage pour le bétail à l'odeur de la terre moisie - oui, c'est ça :
mes jours ensevelis, ils attendent que tu vienne les déterrer et leur donner
de la couleur aussi vif que le soleil rose-orange qui se couche sur le champ
d'aôut.
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-75671678824716606712015-06-06T23:26:00.000-05:002015-06-06T23:26:28.024-05:00
“If you’re not writing, you’re not usually in a good space,” he says of his
drive to create. “Everyone should write. And I find that I just forget everything
that I’ve ever learned if I don’t put it down on paper.”
C.R. AVERY
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-61781703728941019752015-06-04T00:00:00.000-05:002015-06-04T00:29:20.302-05:00Why do some birds walk?
What makes C.R. Avery an essential artist is that he is irreplaceable . He is more than poet or beat boxer, more than writer or singer or piano man, more than visual artist; he is all of these things, and when he brings it together, his shared vision is one I would feel lesser for missing out on... I have my ticket for this Saturday and my boots have been spit-shined, so I'm ready for Avery'sMarjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-16791046778545034802015-06-02T03:26:00.000-05:002015-06-02T03:26:00.419-05:00
photo: M. Hébert
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-85401025717507972582015-05-27T18:41:00.002-05:002015-06-02T04:41:00.044-05:00The Barrens
In the barrens
Nothing grows
But silence.
Roots can't find
Their way
Through crusted
earth,
Skin so thinned
It's thick with
armour -
Spring buds locked
beneath
The invisible,
impassable,
Where no sun or rain
Can find them.
The arctic tundra,
Quiet, desolate,
beautifully barren.
My womb is barren
Also, where In the
dark
things grow
unreserved.
Fighting their way
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-21390377144664119482015-05-23T17:21:00.003-05:002015-05-23T17:21:50.608-05:00
J'ai fais mon premier souhait de la saison sur un pissenlit en graines aujourd'hui. Les boulevards en débordent de petites fleurs jaunes et de graminées et de souhaits à souffler...
Allez, soufflez.
Duy Anh Nhan Duc
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-26655561611895388892015-05-18T15:08:00.001-05:002015-05-18T15:10:58.855-05:00The Empire
To Exterminate
exterminare
expel
armenians led to the desert
to die
100 years
ago now
no one
came no one stopped it
1.5 million
tortured
raped
starved finally to rest
in their blood and excrement waiting
for death asking
why?
it was a quiet
little genocide
one hundred
years toMarjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-59837854767799794162015-05-13T18:55:00.003-05:002015-05-13T18:57:08.728-05:00
Bog Girl, without the mud and in a calmer place...
photo: S. James
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-30299308292311468982015-05-12T01:51:00.000-05:002015-05-28T22:50:59.545-05:00Cedar Bog
She darts in and out
of the cedars that line the old bog,
decides on a deep
muddy hole to cool herself off
and emerges black as
the bear who spent his winter there.
The storm is near,
palpable underfoot as the thunder tears
through trees and
she chases the beast through green
and gold prairie
grass.
I look for cover but
there is none, vernal budding just begun;
on the path I wait
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-32221460042003808722014-03-01T18:15:00.000-06:002014-03-01T18:15:40.560-06:00
Johannes Stötter, fine art bodypainter
Five women
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-88454311422759487172014-02-28T01:42:00.002-06:002014-03-01T18:17:19.846-06:00I Love to Read!
February is I Love to Read! month. As an advocate for literacy in my province as well as regularly advocating our Freedom to Read guaranteed us under the Charter of Rights and Freedom in Canada (it is still regularly taken away), February ensures my involvement in some way... but not this year.
That's why I'm so happy to share someone else's awesome donation to the literacy cause. Winnipeg can Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-69515819307891466112014-02-14T00:00:00.000-06:002014-02-14T00:17:56.996-06:00
street art: Baltimore love project
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-12199236390293936652014-02-08T01:50:00.001-06:002017-12-17T04:26:09.623-06:00Stories cut from paper
Video from KarmaTube
Beatrice Coron seems to be a karma-sister, with her love of words, of language, of paper... and in her decision to choose artist as her designation at the age of 40, as I did.
enJoy !
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-90775641892970396872014-02-04T15:37:00.000-06:002014-02-04T15:40:03.885-06:00
Art is Nature
speeded up and
God slowed
down.
Marc Chagall
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-22846957596753037722014-02-01T00:00:00.000-06:002014-02-01T00:21:19.289-06:00another long prairie winter...
...even the snowmen in my 'hood are feeling overwhelmed...
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-4263897949521925252014-01-30T18:46:00.001-06:002014-01-30T18:47:55.740-06:00splash
In and out, she
coiled her way about the lake waters
with impish delight. She was a fish, unfarmed, breathing in its fresh clean waters
with satisfaction, her scales, smooth cerulean skin. And when she noticed the
man on shore, hands in pockets, smiling, she projected herself high above the
water's surface and with one noble splash, disappeared below the late Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-81123132509035829792014-01-14T04:07:00.001-06:002014-01-14T04:07:41.998-06:00Mixed media
sculpture
.......
m. hébert
Marjolaine Héberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795241605365244413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159801499899289557.post-82361463968180919022014-01-10T04:30:00.000-06:002014-01-10T04:30:32.592-06:00Mixed media
collage & acrylics
m. hébert
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