blog?

blogs ne sont pas vraiment contemporain de nos jours sont-ils?

my contribution for artshow this janurai

a colouringplate I made for
see this show

Doug LeBlanc Thinks Twice About Dining with the Bloggers

Annette LeBlanc Dances!

word of the day: Nomenclator

Nomenclator

One who assigns names, as in scientific classification.

a slave who accompanied his master to tell him the names of people he met

Mikey leBlanc

more video from the American branch of the leBlanc family

Word of the day: Neoteric

ne·o·ter·ic

adj.

Of recent origin; modern.

Learning German#3

Word of the day: Junta

jun·ta

1. A group of military officers ruling a country after seizing power.
2. A council or small legislative body in a government, especially in Central or South America.
3. A junto.

Rorshach tile#3

learning German#2

Word of the day: Coy(ly)

coy

adj. coy·er, coy·est
1. Tending to avoid people and social situations; reserved.
2. Affectedly and usually flirtatiously shy or modest. See Synonyms at shy.
3. Annoyingly unwilling to make a commitment.

Is creativity settled in your families genes?

I always wondered if creativity can be derived al the way to your DNA, or is it all epigenetics? Creativity has always been a part of my family as far as I remember. This video of Marc leBlanc of the American branch of my family (they emigrated for beeing persecuted for beeing Protestant under the Catholic king) confirms my suspiscions.




p.s. Most members of that branch of the family are actors too!

learning German#1

My house

Got a lot of reactions from friends in France about how my house in Germany looks like; normally I ask them: "why don't you come over and see for yourself".
But after being all typically instistant as most French are, I finally caved in and here are the first pictures.

Here on the right the view on my house as seen from the garden.



Here is the back patio with Tipsy, whom you'll all probably remember. :)




Quick peek in my bathroom



Here's my girlfriend Anna sipping on a cup of morningtea.



And the place I spend most of my time, the kithcen which I designed myself.

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Word of the day: Hortatory

hor·ta·to·ry Pronunciation (hôrt-tôr, -tr)
adj.
Marked by exhortation or strong urging

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Feeble impulses

I'ts been a rough time lately, with the death of my beloved grandmother.
When I heard the news I was in Geneva for an artshow. I had loads of troubles committing myself to my work because I had the feeling that I should create new work.
Which I eventually did, I made a 5 x 7 meter abstract painting.
I looked at the work today since it arrived back from Switzerland, and concluded the work is absolute crap.
I'll never show it again...

It's spring time!!!

In memoriam

Antoinette leBlanc

yesterday you were here, as free as a bird.
Now you are back where you come from, life's like recycyling; becoming a tird.
I love you grandma...

-X- Anton

Word of the Day: paragon

paragon

A model of excellence or perfection; as, "a paragon of beauty; a paragon of eloquence."

highlights of photography part 1

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word of the day: histrionics

histrionics

a deliberate display of emotion for effect

a performance of play

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MSN portrait#3: Sol leWitt

At first Sol found the internet a little confusing. But as everyone knows about Sol; he doesn't give up easily! Later he really found out about how joyfull the web can be through services like chatting and skype.

Word of the day: portent

por·tent

Pronunciation (pôrtnt, pr-)

1. An indication of something important or calamitous about to occur; an omen.

2. Prophetic or threatening significance: signs full of portent.

3. Something amazing or marvelous; a prodigy.

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Beauty

Has a flower somehow beauty?

Is there beauty somehow in a fruit?

No: they have colour and form

And existence only.

Beauty is the name of something that does not exist

Which I give to things in exchange for the pleasure they give me.

Commonman philosophy: Al bundy

Al Bundy: "If your shoes look like shit, you look like shit."

Inspiration: Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

We all live in an ESPRIT™ world!