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Odilon Redon, Eyes Wide Shut

                                                            - Let me in, let me in! -

Who are you? - Asked struggling to let go.

- Catherine Linton - said, trembling.
I was lost in the marshes, and now back home.

Emily Brontë

In Wuthering

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My father always gave me trembling, was a be removed, proud and arrogant. Yes very independent, I never knew one thought. My father was a farmer, owned land and traded with blacks.

But my father told me often, or at least that I was recording me, -

See those clouds? "I distinguished as those shape-shifting?

And I remember I did look at the sky, the sky looked mutable and changeable ways, versatile, extraordinary beings, chimeric and wonderful ... that me came to justify myself to him ... it should be a man of great tenderness, under the appearance of a man stiff and severe. In 1868 I received a letter from him, which ended;

"Your father always loves you, although you will not express"

I figured he was born at sea and is ... my parents' trip back from America to France, where of course I was already living in the belly of my mother, marked the unconscious, my subconscious forever. And the water, and water was twice but was not born or witnessed clouds yet, the world of fluid characterized my way of living and feeling. Many times, as the years pass, I think my soul lives on forever on this journey. Styx that captured my spirit, unable to escape, not to mention the primary fluid. As a mermaid nymph when it enters the ground or inland, the curse of Water or Neptune always haunt spirit. Hence the feeling of residing over an abyss, a person without a country or land, a being of fleecy clouds and underwater depths.

was born in delicate, sensitive, tender and was banished or confined as he is not wanted, in utter solitude. For Peyrelebade fields in which the plain Médoc vineyards stretch to infinity were the canvases which draw my childhood.

Under this mysterious and sad light dreamed and grew up in the care of a nurse and my incredibly good-natured uncle blue eyes ...

A solitary house, derelict land surrounded by vineyards ...

"The ocean once covered desert spaces. It is just "

" Even in the air has accumulated a large reserve of the human soul,
full of days and time.

As a spirit of things, including reading "

Despite the great sadness that filled my soul I came to love deep in this place, as idyllic and delightful for the rest of my life.

qualify me to mind is dark and moody, but I recognize that I stayed there in that place and that years later still continued to spend hours lying on the floor, eyes closed in deserted corners of the field, looking without seeing, passing clouds, along with infinite pleasure, the magical glow of fleeting changes ...

This imaginative character and given to dreaming delayed my coming of age as man. As opposed to any manifestation of the brutality or the strength of character I was sensitive sensitive and spiritual as any kind of demonstration aromatic.

Eyes Closed

"Art is a flower that hatch freely outside any rule. Altera uniquely, it seems to me the analysis under the microscope of these scholars and aestheticians who try to explain it


"I just feel the shadows, visible relief, no doubt. Every outline is an abstraction "

I spent the first eleven years of my life, left to myself, lacking friends or study, walking and witnessing the passage of low clouds

heaven ... The artist comes to life by a mysterious need. Born naked on the landscape. Without its mother will have prepared some diapers. And as surrender, young or old the rare flower of the originality that is and must be unique. The perfume of this flower unknown tend minds and make everyone separate. Hence the distance fatal, even tragic the artist.

- once told me Richard Wagner. "I told Paul Gauguin in April 1891 about to leave ....

"I believe the disciples of the great art will be glorified and wrapped in blue fabric, light rays, perfumes and chords. Melodious return to fuse eternally in the bosom of the divine source of all harmony "

- Redón So my dear, surely meet again. - Said that the famous painter while sailed last due to Tahitian paradise.