Category: Olivia and Gabriel
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Last Night, This Morning
Last night, I spent the evening with Gabriel. After some stories, painting, dinner, and conversation, I held him in my arms until he was fast asleep. In the morning, after kicking off the blankets he rolled over and said, “Vavie,…
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A Rose by Gabriel
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (Act II, Scene II) Velvet petals, moving as the sea — waves rising above earth and thorn — releasing a fragrance that swoons above the stars,…
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A Child’s Space
A child’s universe is vast, led by senses —shaping air into worlds of wonder. A chair isn’t a chair;it’s a ship, a mountain, a fortress. A word sings, expands —keys to chambers of poems and philosophy,where even caterpillars stand and…
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Cezanne- Little Artists
Cézanne painted more than a bushel of apples, returned 80 times to the same view of Mont Sainte-Victoire, and captured his gardener more than once—always circling the familiar, always finding something new. “With an apple, I will astonish Paris.”— Paul…
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This is a Happy Moment
Yesterday was filled with happiness.I spent the day with friends, and with Olivia. We went to lunch together.There was a strike—there often are in September here in France—so she didn’t have school. And just like that, an ordinary weekday became…
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The Artist I Admire
Gabriel, six, doesn’t think about making art, he just does. Crayons, paint, string, glue, whatever’s near, he’s already into it. No hesitation, no planning, just motion. So I laid out a canvas, scattered the paint tubes, brushes too, stepped back.…