peintures d'art

play with dolls?


Our doll each hour
We repeat twenty times:
"What kind of education!
Just punishment! "

Emile Munier - Young Girl and Her Dolls

Asking doll dance,

Doll crawls under the bed.

What kind of education!

Just punishment!

Greg Olsen



All to play - she was lying,

All lie - it is run.

What kind of education!

Just punishment!

Fritz Zuber-Buhler (1822-1896) - Young Girl Holding A Doll

Instead of soup and meatballs
Serve her chocolates.
What kind of education!
Just punishment!

Adler Edmund - Dolls Supper

Oh, we are worn out with it.
It's not like people.
What kind of education!
Just punishment!
 Disney Prints Brussels 

Jean-Baptiste Greuze, 1750

Artist Kerdalo - Urban mirages ...
 

         French artist Kerdalo come from Puy-de-Dome was born in 1962. A graduate of the School of Applied Arts in Paris, he began his career with the comics. Former graphic designer and illustrator, Kerdalo retained a taste for aesthetics and painting since 1996 devoted his time exclusively to painting. His paintings are a hymn to the expression of movement and speed. Driven by the gift of portraying light, the artist creates original works that act as a mirror of our emotions.

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I eagerly Heed every rustle and every sound in your garden ....

 

Big Dave

 

STAND BY

I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you,

Harith sister, girlfriend Graces,

You said to me: "I will come

Under the canopy of acacia mysterious. "

Drenched with moisture all around,

Numb all longing dreams,

Only in silent lust

Breathe the fragrance of roses,

Yes key mysterious murmurs

Kiss of passion and immodest,

Yes long moonbeam shivers

Because of branches radiance languid.

I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you.

Us every moment of bliss road

I eagerly Heed every rustle

And every sound in your garden.

Sheets whether whispering with sheets,

At the Last call, a quiet call

I am ready to answer

Kisses greedy mouth.

Sister Harith - I'm waiting for you,

You told me herself, a friend of Graz,

Said softly: "I will come

Under the canopy of acacia mysterious. "

 

Grigoriev AA

Charm

Mad happiness suffering

I like you never gave,

But there is a charm to me

As you incomprehensible force.

When from under the dark lashes

Azure eye shines

I secret power apple

Involuntarily and sweet closes.

And most of all members embraces

And laziness, and the mysterious thrill

A heart and napping, and listens

Through your sleep childish prattle.

And I dream blue waves

Boundless sea-wide,

And, all full of ecstasy,

I'm floating in the open expanse.

And asleep, lulled by the sea,

In my breast the heart sick,

After parting with hope and sorrow,

Otrinuvshego former happiness.

And dreams only different,

That life is unconscious and goals

When a story lulling,

I rocked in the cradle.

 

Grigoriev AA

 

LOVE

Giver of happiness and suffering,

I meet you again?

And even in the darkness of imprisonment

You found me, love!

Alas, Post your greetings?

What is your smile to me?

Does your luminary warmed

Will rise again to life am I?

No, it's time to have passed dreams

It is time to hope and love:

Mraz suffering from Dire

Hladeet current of my blood.

For the eyes of the prisoner whether passionate

Delight, and shine, and the darkness? -

Turns off the beam in pairs rainy:

Forget the sufferer, beauty!

 

Kiichelbecker VK

 

 

SILHOUETTE

Your image is embedded in the heart of the clear

What am I to you give it a shadow?

At eh, that loves the heat passionate

You friendship replace wilt thou?

L can not wand to submit:

From the heart to tear an arrow of love?

Only death can extinguish

Current life fire in the blood.

Well take back the gift in vain -

Ah! not: leave it, leave.

In the sad fate, unfortunate

Make still be happy:

Let hope sweet flatter,

Looking at the lovely features,

What is your shadow is stored in them,

Even a shadow of love are stored and you.

 

Kapnist VV