tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72861765668390544572011-07-30T21:03:14.020-07:00un jour, ma peau et ma chair ont servi de toile à Caroline TréfoisIngrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-8413158601685859472009-07-05T21:37:00.000-07:002010-12-16T01:54:11.340-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_pLAOZCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OzQObOM7Ra0/s1600-h/2806353911_c2309242d2.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355201777225327650" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_pLAOZCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OzQObOM7Ra0/s400/2806353911_c2309242d2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}"><span class="messageBody" style="font-size:180%;">Être un vase<br />un lac<br />un champ<br />un coup de vent<br />ou rien<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span></span></h6><h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}"><span class="messageBody" style="font-size:180%;"><span class="text_exposed_show">finalement<br /><br />mais<br />être<br /><br />là<br /><br />sentir<br />le pinceau<br />la toile<br />du dedans<br />ou<br />du dehors<br /><br />sentir<br />ressentir<br /><br />le reste<br />n'est<br />que décor</span></span></h6><br /><div style="text-align: right;">16 décembre 2010<br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-841315860168585947?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-16605187878190629502009-07-05T21:36:00.002-07:002009-07-05T21:37:24.817-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_fy8SajI/AAAAAAAAAPM/us9PIyUWmEo/s1600-h/2806335781_0170ebc925.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355201616147540530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_fy8SajI/AAAAAAAAAPM/us9PIyUWmEo/s400/2806335781_0170ebc925.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-1660518787819062950?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-35525992535702997312009-07-05T21:36:00.001-07:002009-07-05T21:36:36.583-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_UICBV_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/OPr_AZ4NCY0/s1600-h/2806309573_2314d6e0b6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355201415650301938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_UICBV_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/OPr_AZ4NCY0/s400/2806309573_2314d6e0b6.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3552599253570299731?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-37472557573472666322009-07-05T21:35:00.000-07:002009-07-05T21:36:04.445-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_Lw10B9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/umaGzkk8yFE/s1600-h/2806277003_9cde47bcc7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355201271986128850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_Lw10B9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/umaGzkk8yFE/s400/2806277003_9cde47bcc7.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3747255757347266632?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-52651727223228785852009-07-05T21:34:00.002-07:002009-07-05T21:35:22.875-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_BYk9GGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qw7MWUQbcJw/s1600-h/2804134050_162068b76c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355201093674276962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF_BYk9GGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qw7MWUQbcJw/s400/2804134050_162068b76c.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-5265172722322878585?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-71282517298281327842009-07-05T21:34:00.001-07:002009-07-05T21:34:45.030-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-3kpaiSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TxQ9M-fPIAs/s1600-h/2804131186_f99d4a2794.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200925115517218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-3kpaiSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TxQ9M-fPIAs/s400/2804131186_f99d4a2794.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7128251729828132784?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-75157369643224804122009-07-05T21:33:00.000-07:002009-07-05T21:34:07.057-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-uiBtLJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LXiTXfJcHgM/s1600-h/2804110204_a6897bc045.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200769793272978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-uiBtLJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LXiTXfJcHgM/s400/2804110204_a6897bc045.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7515736964322480412?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-32678858478521923772009-07-05T21:32:00.000-07:002009-07-05T21:33:30.660-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-llm6ZLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DxjK1Pgv7F0/s1600-h/2804024120_a789d1e04f.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200616135812274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-llm6ZLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DxjK1Pgv7F0/s400/2804024120_a789d1e04f.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3267885847852192377?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-21859456534242516872009-07-05T21:31:00.002-07:002009-07-05T21:32:26.684-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-UucWVNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/d-vmncjxBI4/s1600-h/2804016970_10309424d7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200326449648850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-UucWVNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/d-vmncjxBI4/s400/2804016970_10309424d7.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2185945653424251687?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-59850529612452870372009-07-05T21:31:00.001-07:002009-07-05T21:31:54.102-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-KxzB4KI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sNjVkXQnjXg/s1600-h/2803243633_7e70149fd6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355200155551391906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-KxzB4KI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sNjVkXQnjXg/s400/2803243633_7e70149fd6.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-5985052961245287037?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-39049049910539401292009-07-05T21:30:00.000-07:002009-07-05T21:31:01.572-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-ALyZVFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KNkrmYmlNwI/s1600-h/2803259449_26e3b3beef.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355199973549495378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF-ALyZVFI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KNkrmYmlNwI/s400/2803259449_26e3b3beef.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3904904991053940129?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-62473468345133596952009-07-05T21:29:00.001-07:002009-07-05T21:29:39.431-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF9pNG58YI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DATRwXrEYJM/s1600-h/2803180615_e9b15b160d.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355199578766963074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF9pNG58YI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DATRwXrEYJM/s400/2803180615_e9b15b160d.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-6247346834513359695?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-13558083049803296152009-07-05T21:27:00.000-07:002009-07-05T21:28:42.579-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF9a98YLKI/AAAAAAAAANs/9qeZoDmlQaY/s1600-h/2803267507_35b24a7df3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355199334178106530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SlF9a98YLKI/AAAAAAAAANs/9qeZoDmlQaY/s400/2803267507_35b24a7df3.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-1355808304980329615?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-20184382866620710612009-06-27T21:21:00.000-07:002009-06-27T22:17:09.886-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SkbwDv_sNWI/AAAAAAAAANE/Qcprpu4PfC8/s1600-h/2807331744_0bc21f826b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352229154390291810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SkbwDv_sNWI/AAAAAAAAANE/Qcprpu4PfC8/s400/2807331744_0bc21f826b.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div>moi qui</div><div>ne me maquille</div><div>jamais</div><div>au grand jamais</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>et</div><div>suis</div><div>bien incapable</div><div>de masquer</div><div>ce qui</div><div>en moi</div><div>vit</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>j'ai aimé ce voyage</div><div></div><div>les pinceaux </div><div>les couleurs</div><div>de Caroline</div><div></div><div>et</div><div>bien-sûr</div><div>les clic-clac</div><div>de mon amie</div><div>Sandrine</div><div></div><div></div><div>avec une préférence</div><div>non feinte</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>pour</div><div>les clichés</div><div>pris sur le vif</div><div></div><div>que vous déroulerez ici</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2018438286662071061?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-69585067852748351532009-06-21T12:26:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:28:22.387-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sj6JmL5vVYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EtbzcZ1sOBM/s1600-h/2807295254_96cf9b1e86.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349864696485729666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sj6JmL5vVYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EtbzcZ1sOBM/s400/2807295254_96cf9b1e86.jpg" /></a><br /><div>précis</div><div>agréables</div><div>d'une ampleur variable</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-6958506785274835153?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-1897282602336981392009-06-21T12:21:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:22:46.063-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sj6IXTcwk8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/a6L05ppj0gk/s1600-h/2806449441_9d25529821.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349863341301994434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sj6IXTcwk8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/a6L05ppj0gk/s400/2806449441_9d25529821.jpg" /></a><br /><div>dansent</div><div>chantent</div><div>touchent</div><div> </div><div>les cheveux</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-189728260233698139?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-27355068100158029302009-06-21T12:03:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:24:15.291-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sj6ES-kVusI/AAAAAAAAAMk/V5Kjf0JI0qM/s1600-h/2806452541_6deef83c4c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349858868930656962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sj6ES-kVusI/AAAAAAAAAMk/V5Kjf0JI0qM/s400/2806452541_6deef83c4c.jpg" /></a>tout comme mon premier bébé<br />né il y a dix-sept ans déjà<br />celui ou celle-ci<br />( je ne sais pas<br />et ne veux pas savoir )<br />aura une maman<br />aux longs cheveux<br /><br />retrouvés<br /><br />après<br />un long passage<br />de quatorze années<br />avec des cheveux courts<br /><br />parce que<br />pas de temps<br />pour soi<br />pour s'occuper de soi<br />pour se coiffer<br />se voir<br />ou encore pour s'aimer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2735506810015802930?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-18767952968223893602009-06-20T12:53:00.000-07:002009-06-20T12:57:08.604-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sj0-b-Z3SnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/G4muH3-7We8/s1600-h/2806575783_848282e108.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349500582714886770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sj0-b-Z3SnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/G4muH3-7We8/s400/2806575783_848282e108.jpg" /></a><br /><div>plein les mains</div><div>plein le corps</div><div>plein la peau</div><div> </div><div>il s'en va</div><div>en avant</div><div> </div><div>le dos</div><div>se creuse</div><div>terriblement</div><div> </div><div>comment rester</div><div>en équilibre</div><div>malgré</div><div>ce mouvement</div><div>irrésistible?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-1876795296822389360?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-12555952725883567022009-06-12T12:57:00.000-07:002009-06-12T13:21:37.764-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SjKzboy2YdI/AAAAAAAAALs/nqshkycvMfM/s1600-h/2806425939_b2f126e0b9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346532995030737362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SjKzboy2YdI/AAAAAAAAALs/nqshkycvMfM/s400/2806425939_b2f126e0b9.jpg" /></a><br /><div>passer</div><div>par la tempête</div><div></div><div></div><div>qui secoue</div><div>roule</div><div></div><div>emporte </div><div>d'autant</div><div>mieux</div><div></div><div></div><div>que l'on ne fait </div><div>rien</div><div>qui puisse la troubler</div><div></div><div>pas de lumière</div><div>de mots</div><div>de questions</div><div></div><div>au coeur</div><div>de la chair</div><div>qui sait</div><div>ce qu'elle fait</div><div></div><div>les yeux fermés</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-1255595272588356702?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-39076694656620385222009-06-11T10:08:00.000-07:002009-06-11T10:18:49.047-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SjE7FPvEpYI/AAAAAAAAALk/NXQcYgyCW7g/s1600-h/2807257550_ee2925e255.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346119193974842754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SjE7FPvEpYI/AAAAAAAAALk/NXQcYgyCW7g/s400/2807257550_ee2925e255.jpg" /></a>maquillée de toutes parts<br />et<br />remplie d'un enfant<br />qui a tout envahi<br />et qui va se nicher<br />à l'air libre<br />bientôt<br /><br />la voie est trop étroite<br />pour faire demi-tour<br /><br />il va falloir aller<br />tout au bout<br />de l'histoire<br />de ce petit bébé<br /><br />qui va passer de l'eau<br />à l'air<br /><br />et puis chanter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3907669465662038522?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-70581173275294725902009-06-11T08:09:00.000-07:002009-06-11T08:14:46.385-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SjEeVKhV9FI/AAAAAAAAALU/82MLKy1YYA8/s1600-h/2806669887_94d3b11db0.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346087581615780946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SjEeVKhV9FI/AAAAAAAAALU/82MLKy1YYA8/s400/2806669887_94d3b11db0.jpg" /></a>les couleurs<br />transforment<br />modèlent<br />emmènent<br />vers<br />une sensation<br />rare<br /><br />celle d'être<br />tout à la fois<br /><br />toute autre<br />et<br />soi-même<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7058117327529472590?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-49041118624149735162009-06-07T21:01:00.000-07:002009-06-07T21:04:34.675-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SiyNL3tfNmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZWX7erWXYTw/s1600-h/2806406263_334e7de20c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344802092854752866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SiyNL3tfNmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZWX7erWXYTw/s400/2806406263_334e7de20c.jpg" /></a><br /><div>qui vous parcourt le dos</div><div>pendant la transition</div><div>qui va </div><div> </div><div>du corps non maquillé</div><div>au corps coloré</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-4904111862414973516?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-91358273935235035632009-06-07T07:44:00.000-07:002009-06-07T07:50:16.316-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SivSq-6J9WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fzLAFYLDhkI/s1600-h/2806423355_a0fc827b0d.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344597018688484706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SivSq-6J9WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fzLAFYLDhkI/s400/2806423355_a0fc827b0d.jpg" /></a><br /><div>poussent un jour</div><div>mystérieusement</div><div> </div><div>un joli chamboulement</div><div>tout à coup</div><div>elles sont</div><div> </div><div>ou</div><div>plutôt</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>elles étaient là</div><div>depuis déjà longtemps</div><div> </div><div>elles poussaient</div><div>en silence</div><div> </div><div>elles remuaient parfois</div><div>à vous donner</div><div>l'envie de décoller</div><div> </div><div>puis elles se refermaient</div><div>le temps n'y était pas</div><div> </div><div>à présent elles s'ouvrent</div><div>et là</div><div>vous pouvez</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-9135827393523503563?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-31832827457968772802009-06-06T13:42:00.000-07:002009-06-06T13:47:33.501-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SirU2uxq5xI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NBM8hI85c9c/s1600-h/2806492813_ddd12c2f8b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344317944562902802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SirU2uxq5xI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NBM8hI85c9c/s400/2806492813_ddd12c2f8b.jpg" /></a> être mère<br />d'enfants<br /><br />ou<br /><br />se porter<br />soi-même<br /><br />se centrer<br />sur un point<br />très léger<br /><br />un trou d'air<br />qui soit fait<br />de vent<br />et de lumière<br /><br />penser à ce fil<br />qui nous tient<br />dans la vie<br /><br />lever<br />la tête<br /><br />dégager<br />l'essentiel<br /><br />respirer<br />et descendre<br />dans les sensations<br /><br />suspendue<br />entre deux<br /><br />le haut<br />et<br />le bas<br /><br />la tête<br />et<br />la chair<br /><br />l'eau<br />et<br />l'air<br /><br />l'ombre<br />et<br />la lumière<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3183282745796877280?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-69412775907618965282009-06-06T05:27:00.000-07:002009-06-06T05:36:41.393-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SipiGSSW8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TZT2s3EZIgE/s1600-h/2807192550_2f1c4fa2a7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344191767956091602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SipiGSSW8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TZT2s3EZIgE/s400/2807192550_2f1c4fa2a7.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>lorsque la fatigue<br /><div>semble tout emporter<br /></div><div></div><br /><div>se recentrer</div><div>penser</div><div>que</div><div>peut-être</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>il y a </div><div>aujourd'hui</div><br /><div></div><div>une énergie</div><div>qui dort</div><div>là</div><br /><div>et</div><br /><div>la faire </div><div>gaiment circuler</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>et là</div><div>c'est un torrent</div>tantôt endormi<br /><div></div>tantôt violent<br /><div>à vous en mettre KO</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>chaque jour</div><div>est - en soi -</div><div> </div><div>un petit accouchement</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-6941277590761896528?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-25599560292723221842009-05-29T21:45:00.000-07:002009-05-29T21:55:02.224-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SiC6LK9cDpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5sh79O_XR7g/s1600-h/2804094322_f17d8fa5c8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341473859144781458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SiC6LK9cDpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5sh79O_XR7g/s400/2804094322_f17d8fa5c8.jpg" border="0" /></a> qui se dilue<br />doucement<br /><br />telle la goutte<br />de maquillage<br />que le pinceau<br />lorsqu'on le rince<br />laisse dans l'eau<br /><br />le temps<br />se goûte<br />lentement<br /><br />se tend<br />et se détend<br /><br />se sent<br /><br />avance vite<br />s'arrête<br />semble reculer quelquefois<br /><br />le maquillage<br />n'est pas<br />un long fleuve tranquille<br />une ligne<br />droite<br />au rythme immuable<br /><br />il prend<br />des heures<br />il prend un jour<br /><br />il laisse<br />quelques images<br /><br />la douche<br />a vite fait<br />de le diluer tout à fait<br /><br />lorsque vient le temps<br />de quitter le studio<br /><br /><br /><br />les photos<br />tirent<br />simplement<br />un peu plus<br />en longueur<br /><br />le temps<br />de ce jour-là<br /><br />jusqu'à un autre jour<br />de maquillage<br />peut-être...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2559956029272322184?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-71594155200141133362009-05-23T23:38:00.000-07:002009-05-23T23:42:06.128-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Shjr78J4QCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZbG7RlWbVdE/s1600-h/2807163838_b952f60173.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339276773240094754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Shjr78J4QCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZbG7RlWbVdE/s400/2807163838_b952f60173.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Shjrqf7zL1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/kPjnLgIHaw4/s1600-h/2806490237_3d9c9bc924.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339276473607073618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Shjrqf7zL1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/kPjnLgIHaw4/s400/2806490237_3d9c9bc924.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />sans rien faire</div><div>sans forcément comprendre</div><div>ou aimer</div><div>recevoir</div><div>les couleurs</div><div>que Caroline pose</div><div>elle a la carte blanche<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7159415520014113336?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-48648797058956413202009-05-20T07:26:00.000-07:002009-05-20T07:38:18.852-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/ShQUGvOynLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yaHwKIekz-0/s1600-h/2806321521_97537bb817.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337913564331154610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/ShQUGvOynLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yaHwKIekz-0/s400/2806321521_97537bb817.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>faire grandir un bébé</div><div>ou grandir soi-même</div><div></div><div>c'est la même chose</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>recoller </div><div>remodeler</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>une vie</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>se reprendre en mains</div><div> </div><div>quand on était restée</div><div>au bord d'un chemin</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>redigérer des choses</div><div>et grandir</div><div>toujours</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>la couleur de ce jour</div><div>ouvre des perspectives</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>qu'il reste à explorer</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-4864879705895641320?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-29013515570490960172009-05-18T05:38:00.000-07:002009-05-18T05:42:38.419-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/ShFW7J5MpsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q1mj6_gCYWg/s1600-h/2803290605_bec8c3562e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337142607678842562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/ShFW7J5MpsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q1mj6_gCYWg/s400/2803290605_bec8c3562e.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ajouter</div><div>lentement</div><div> </div><div>une cellule</div><div>à l'autre</div><div> </div><div>les voir</div><div>se multiplier</div><div>au carré</div><div> </div><div>ou sentir ce pinceau</div><div>faire un à plat</div><div>sur ma peau</div><div> </div><div>c'est une même histoire</div><div>qui s'écrit</div><div> </div><div>et grandit</div><div>en silence</div><div> </div><div>et prend du volume</div><div>petit à petit</div><div> </div><div>elle tache un peu</div><div>mais elle en vaut la peine</div><div> </div><div>oui</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2901351557049096017?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-69829528353734611892009-05-16T21:54:00.000-07:002009-05-16T21:57:43.218-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sg-Yp2StkzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BcOobsbbFd8/s1600-h/3152352090_47499b33ab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336651928173384498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sg-Yp2StkzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BcOobsbbFd8/s400/3152352090_47499b33ab.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>je suis un wagon restaurant</div><div>chauffant</div><div>berçant</div><div>parlant</div><div>quelquefois chantant</div><div>un jaccuzzi</div><div>(sans bulles)</div><div>un hamac</div><div>une nacelle à pattes</div><div>je contiens</div><div>je tiens</div><div>et je masse</div><div>tout le temps</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-6982952835373461189?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-29411766968049717102009-05-16T21:48:00.000-07:002009-05-16T21:59:01.059-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sg-XQT4jQGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4HEoEnXvb1E/s1600-h/2807118828_3d8cc752ca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336650389928493154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sg-XQT4jQGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4HEoEnXvb1E/s400/2807118828_3d8cc752ca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>huit</div><div>nombre complet</div><div>infini</div><div></div><div>huit</div><div>ça suffit ?</div><div></div><div>je n'ai pas de limites</div><div>que celles que l'on me donne</div><div>en la matière</div><div></div><div>et je suis</div><div>facilement tentée</div><div>à ce sujet</div><div></div><div>pourtant</div><div>pourtant</div><div></div><div>mon énergie</div><div>s'est faite rare</div><div>récemment</div><div></div><div>cette grossesse</div><div>est plus fatigante</div><div>fatiguée</div><div>je suis</div><div></div><div>davantage</div><div>que pour les précédentes</div><div></div><div>pourtant</div><div>ce sera</div><div>évident</div><div>6 mois plus tard</div><div></div><div>ce n'est pas mon bébé dans moi</div><div>qui m'épuise comme cela</div><div></div><div>c'est autre chose</div><div>qui m'use</div><div>et que je dois soigner</div><div>régler</div><div>réajuster</div><div>lentement</div><div> </div><div></div><div>pour vivre</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2941176696804971710?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-76184190774620974962009-05-16T09:33:00.000-07:002009-05-16T09:37:25.326-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sg7rOnB6yHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7JIPP5UjUQM/s1600-h/2804127408_af2717e2cb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336461244708341874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sg7rOnB6yHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7JIPP5UjUQM/s400/2804127408_af2717e2cb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>rien ne sert</div><div>de tourner</div><div>en rond</div><div> </div><div>tout avance</div><div> </div><div>et une grossesse</div><div>c'est vite</div><div>complété</div><div>abouti</div><div>bien rempli</div><div> </div><div>c'est énorme</div><div>tout petit</div><div> </div><div>c'est sans mesure commune</div><div>avec la vie</div><div> </div><div>un événement</div><div>hors du temps</div><div>qui pourtant</div><div>s'y inscrit</div><div> </div><div>par de folles rondeurs</div><div>qui défient</div><div>la raison</div><div>la peur</div><div>l'entendement</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7618419077462097496?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-87900469168286897272009-05-16T02:22:00.000-07:002009-05-16T02:33:01.250-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sg6F9PgiQoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/umdBwS8oAc8/s1600-h/3154070632_2623333f49.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336349895662125698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sg6F9PgiQoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/umdBwS8oAc8/s400/3154070632_2623333f49.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />pendant combien d'années encore<br />serai-je mangée<br /><br />de l'intérieur<br />autant que de l'extérieur ?<br /><br />avant d'être mère<br />j'ignorais<br />totalement<br /><br />que je fus à ce point<br />comestible<br />appétissante<br />délicieuse même<br /><br />que l'on me dirait<br />" ça sent le bon lait de maman<br />quand tu reviens<br />à la maison ! "<br /><br />du dedans<br />du dehors<br />on me mange<br />sans cesse<br /><br />que c'est bon<br />d'être dévorée<br />par des petites bouches<br /><br />aidées<br />par des petites mains<br />qui saisissent<br />et s'agrippent à mes seins<br /><br />les pétrissent<br />sans frein<br />s'entraînent au modelage<br /><br />d'enfant en enfant<br />d'année en année<br />mes formes varient<br /><br />et je goûte<br />imperturbable<br />le plaisir d'être mangée<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-8790046916828689727?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-18557915760577897802009-05-14T05:55:00.000-07:002009-05-14T05:58:10.944-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SgwU7QsqzkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jXa1bLrD06I/s1600-h/2806472301_b268f26766.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335662666854354498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SgwU7QsqzkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jXa1bLrD06I/s400/2806472301_b268f26766.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>à 8 mois</div><div>les choses</div><div>sont floues</div><div> </div><div>cela prend forme</div><div>sans avoir de visage</div><div> </div><div>sans connaître le genre</div><div>de ce bébé-là</div><div>parce que cela viendra</div><div>bien assez tôt</div><div> </div><div>il est indéfini</div><div>il est là</div><div>c'est l'attente</div><div> </div><div>autant faire la fête</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-1855791576057789780?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-60896608182297987882009-05-13T00:36:00.000-07:002009-05-13T00:41:35.970-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sgp5C9gCvrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZjNVQTMv8ik/s1600-h/2804086054_6cc9745370.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335209800349433522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sgp5C9gCvrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZjNVQTMv8ik/s400/2804086054_6cc9745370.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />les formes</div><div>sont abstraites</div><div> </div><div>pour peu qu'on y regarde</div><div> </div><div>et se mêlent</div><div>peu à peu</div><div> </div><div>pour donner</div><div>le meilleur</div><div>d'elles-mêmes</div><div> </div><div>une boule</div><div>d'énergie</div><div>et de feu</div><div> </div><div>diffuse</div><div>qui balance</div><div>avance</div><div>et se consume</div><div>tout doucement</div><div> </div><div>au rythme</div><div>du pinceau<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-6089660818229798788?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-77462311683044853512009-05-10T00:46:00.000-07:002009-05-10T00:55:05.886-07:00( aujourd'hui, pas d'image<br />mais<br />juste quelques mots<br />parce que je suis loin<br /><br />et que je souhaite<br />écrire ici<br />ce matin )<br /><br />ce jour-là<br />était une fête<br />pleine de lumière<br />de couleurs<br />de sons<br />comme jamais<br /><br />de temps<br />long<br />interminable<br />et doux<br /><br />à laisser<br />Caroline<br />faire son oeuvre<br />à son rythme<br /><br />à lui laisser le temps<br />dont elle avait besoin<br />qui n'était pas le mien<br /><br />mais<br />il faut bien cela<br />pour s'accorder<br />et se lancer<br />dans cette entreprise<br />loufdingue<br /><br />que constitue<br />le maquillage<br />de la moitié d'un corps<br />qui en abrite un autre<br /><br />ce qui offre déjà<br />belle matière<br />à déjante<br />en soi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7746231168304485351?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-80731180923749987622009-05-05T07:24:00.000-07:002009-05-05T07:33:25.244-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SgBMkZe99-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/BYb5pnOwLnk/s1600-h/studio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332346147006445538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SgBMkZe99-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/BYb5pnOwLnk/s400/studio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>en studio</div><div>calfeutré</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>avec des touches de couleur</div><div>se dessine</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>une image édulcorée</div><div></div><div>de ce qui n'est</div><div>qu'un banal tremblement de terre</div><div>intérieur</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>à venir</div><div></div><div>à vous laisser KO</div><div>pendant des heures</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>avant</div><div>après</div><div>on ne sait pas</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>l'attente</div><div>la joie</div><div>les questions</div><div>les peurs</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>se mêlent</div><div>en une explosion</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>dont l'onde de choc</div><div>alourdit le corps</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>à ne plus savoir</div><div>grand chose</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>à part qu'on est là</div><div>et qu'on ne recule pas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-8073118092374998762?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-29251485577623954912009-05-03T10:27:00.000-07:002009-05-03T10:29:04.616-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sf3UBulJVJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4QCMSQfT8O4/s1600-h/2804134050_162068b76c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331650660025324690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sf3UBulJVJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4QCMSQfT8O4/s400/2804134050_162068b76c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>le rond n'a plus</div><div>rien à voir</div><div>avec lui-même</div><div> </div><div>dès lors</div><div>que la couleur</div><div>élit</div><div>domicile</div><div>en lui</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2925148557762395491?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-43854050982782690202009-05-03T10:18:00.000-07:002009-05-03T10:26:43.986-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sf3SE5P6iAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/273tDUjbyVo/s1600-h/2804036776_e56a9d3717.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331648515405416450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sf3SE5P6iAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/273tDUjbyVo/s400/2804036776_e56a9d3717.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>je ne vois pas très bien</div><div></div><div>je sens</div><div>sur ma peau</div><div>le crayon</div><div>de Caroline</div><div></div><div>qui trace des ronds</div><div></div><div>je n'avais pas imaginé</div><div>qu'elle tracerait</div><div>les formes</div><div>avant de les peindre</div><div></div><div>le support </div><div>est particulier</div><div></div><div>les volumes changent</div><div>suivant la position</div><div></div><div>je dois être droite</div><div>pour qu'elle dessine</div><div>ces ronds</div><div></div><div>bulles bulles bulles</div><div>qui s'entrecroisent</div><div>et devraient</div><div>- c'est à espérer -</div><div></div><div>entrer</div><div>en une conversation</div><div></div><div>qui se tienne</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-4385405098278269020?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-84497019397688791992009-04-29T07:35:00.000-07:002009-04-29T07:39:05.708-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfhmCgB7Y5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/bNbH4XshR0U/s1600-h/2890838892_4f83c7143c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330122352136774546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfhmCgB7Y5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/bNbH4XshR0U/s400/2890838892_4f83c7143c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>chaque pièce</div><div>chaque maille</div><div> </div><div>chaque bulle</div><div>cellule</div><div> </div><div>fait sa part</div><div>et compose</div><div> </div><div>avec d'autres</div><div>l'ensemble</div><div> </div><div>les mains</div><div>font le travail</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-8449701939768879199?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-20205172903257246212009-04-28T01:40:00.000-07:002009-04-28T01:44:15.849-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfbBPy11tfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZinfghArSj0/s1600-h/2804157906_c0e531a639.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329659686129350130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfbBPy11tfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZinfghArSj0/s400/2804157906_c0e531a639.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>le contraste</div><div>est moins brut</div><div> </div><div>que sur l'original</div><div> </div><div>et </div><div> </div><div>j'ai du mal</div><div> </div><div>un vent de panique m'envahit</div><div>à midi</div><div> </div><div>j'attends</div><div>de la force</div><div> </div><div>quelques heures encore</div><div>à prendre</div><div>sans recul</div><div> </div><div>les touches du pinceau</div><div> </div><div>je trépigne</div><div>immobile</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>il me faut attendre</div><div>croire</div><div> </div><div>faire confiance</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2020517290325724621?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-31780164329097341962009-04-28T01:15:00.000-07:002009-04-28T01:31:08.586-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sfa7cOPxdAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p6hKrrd8lRs/s1600-h/2803259449_26e3b3beef.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329653302574543874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/Sfa7cOPxdAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p6hKrrd8lRs/s400/2803259449_26e3b3beef.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>j'apprécie</div><div>la douceur</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>cette lenteur </div><div>au poil</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>et</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>je me laisse bercer</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>être une toile</div><div>vivante</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>cela s'apprend sur le tas</div><div></div><div>quel mot !</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>pour parler</div><div></div><div>de ce que l'on vit</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>et apprend</div><div></div><div>chaque jour ...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>un bain dans le direct</div><div>sans tourner autour</div><div>en circonvolutions</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>que sont les mots</div><div>à côté</div><div>d'une expérience ?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>mon corps s'est fait bulle</div><div> </div><div>les bulles</div><div>ces cellules</div><div>le recouvrent</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>c'était là mon désir</div><div></div><div>car mon enfant pétille</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>j'ai tant de plaisir à ce que cela se voie !</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>quel cauchemar</div><div>ce souvenir</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>d'une vendeuse</div><div>de robes </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>qui avait voulu</div><div>m'en vendre</div><div>une blanche </div><div> </div><div>pour cacher</div><div>ce qui poussait en moi</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>tandis que</div><div>je souhaitais</div><div>tellement</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>que cela se voie !</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>je poussais en avant</div><div>mon trésor</div><div>mon enfant</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>comme on brandit un "V"</div><div>quand </div><div>(on croit que) </div><div> </div><div>la guerre est finie</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3178016432909734196?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-36834260830711981202009-04-27T04:45:00.000-07:002009-04-27T04:47:38.542-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfWbK-IeTtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TBoujfQiDl8/s1600-h/3151506181_a8b1bba26d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329336346842386130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfWbK-IeTtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TBoujfQiDl8/s400/3151506181_a8b1bba26d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Caroline<br />peint<br /><br />l'enveloppe<br /><br />qu'anime mon enfant<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3683426083071198120?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-10519505348019915632009-04-27T02:34:00.000-07:002009-04-27T02:37:49.378-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfV8QybpceI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0JhneligqY0/s1600-h/2804032020_29eae72694.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329302361920336354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfV8QybpceI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0JhneligqY0/s400/2804032020_29eae72694.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />par où ?<br />par quoi ?<br />comment ?<br /><br /><br />non<br />il ne les faut pas toutes<br />juste quelques unes<br />choisies<br />une à une<br /><br />ne pas en faire trop<br />mais juste<br />ce qu'il faut<br /><br />pour que danse<br />en équilibre<br />le pinceau<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-1051950534801991563?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-35316971666991450522009-04-27T02:13:00.000-07:002009-04-27T02:33:59.070-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfV3VoZaPkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EtlNQ-01DD0/s1600-h/2803173579_e11cbbbc3e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329296947567803970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfV3VoZaPkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EtlNQ-01DD0/s400/2803173579_e11cbbbc3e.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />un pinceau<br />parmi<br />tous ceux-là<br /><br />pour ce moment-là<br />et pas<br />pour un autre<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-3531697166699145052?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-15420664642931003642009-04-26T08:11:00.000-07:002009-04-26T08:13:54.368-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfR5tl5ZEfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZCx8CiktRP0/s1600-h/2803225647_35daab4bbe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018083260043762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfR5tl5ZEfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZCx8CiktRP0/s400/2803225647_35daab4bbe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>parce que</div><div>je ne peux </div><div>concevoir</div><div>la vie</div><div>sans</div><div>elle</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-1542066464293100364?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-23551991649132375472009-04-26T00:13:00.000-07:002009-04-27T02:39:10.509-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfQKKcvnh0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/9fH08xBw-Sw/s1600-h/2803234625_2f8dd3b885.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328895433717024578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfQKKcvnh0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/9fH08xBw-Sw/s400/2803234625_2f8dd3b885.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>c'est la danse</div><div></div><div>sur moi</div><div>et</div><div>sur l'enfant en moi</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>j'ignore encore</div><div>où elle me mènera</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>nous prenons un chemin</div><div>dont nous avons parlé</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>il nous est inconnu</div><div> </div><div>vivant</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>quelque part</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>à la croisée</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>de mon désir</div><div></div><div>et </div><div></div><div>de la main de Caroline</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-2355199164913237547?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-71047090815843280812009-04-26T00:08:00.000-07:002009-04-26T00:13:20.080-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfQIu3Dja5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Mdl5jdw_Enc/s1600-h/3152244442_7296567cfa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328893860231998354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfQIu3Dja5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Mdl5jdw_Enc/s400/3152244442_7296567cfa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>petite main</div><div>pinceau</div><div> </div><div></div><div>parle</div><div>à mon enfant</div><div> </div><div></div><div>avec des doigts de fée</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7104709081584328081?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-69065882785294439922009-04-25T21:58:00.000-07:002009-04-25T23:41:18.272-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfP9Mg3vcPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cWUAJzLBddI/s1600-h/2803211395_1ec95c2209.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328881175533416690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfP9Mg3vcPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cWUAJzLBddI/s400/2803211395_1ec95c2209.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://marie-cabanac.com/">http://marie-cabanac.com</a></div><div align="right"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">et éphémère<br />que cette rencontre<br /><br />de mon ventre<br />rond<br /><br />avec une adaptation<br />d'un Kandinsky<br />rond également<br /><br /><br />improbable<br />oui<br /><br />plus probable<br />tout de même<br />qu'une rencontre<br />avec un Mondrian<br /><br /><br />il me fallait<br />des formes<br />qui parlent<br />doucement<br /><br />sûrement<br /><br />de ce bébé<br />qui s'était niché là<br />discrètement<br /><br />un improbable enfant<br />que je n'aurais pas<br />fait exprès<br /><br />et<br />dont j'annonçai la présence<br />à son père<br /><br />en rentrant<br />à la maison<br />avec un sourire<br />irrépressible<br /><br />mon cher gynécologue hollandais<br />m'avait dit<br />en regardant l'écran<br />de sa voix douce et lente<br />" la voilà, l'explication "<br /><br />cueillie<br />par une farceuse<br /><br />je me retrouvai<br />à préparer un nid<br />pour un petit<br /><br />et ce nid<br />- mon ventre -<br />eut sa journée en couleurs<br /><br />inspirée par un Kandinsky</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-6906588278529443992?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-71348135588141750852009-04-25T13:53:00.000-07:002009-04-25T22:23:54.216-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfPu6amx1zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BPmnsS3k6ro/s1600-h/2807262504_a558bf16d0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328865471451223858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfPu6amx1zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BPmnsS3k6ro/s400/2807262504_a558bf16d0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>de ronds<br />qui s'entrecroisent<br /><br />de couleurs<br />qui tranchent<br />se fondent<br /><br /><br />sans rien connaître<br />au maquillage<br />ou à ses impératifs<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />j'ai feuilleté<br />mon livre de chevet<br /><br />celui qui dort<br />près de moi<br />depuis plus de vingt ans<br /><br />à côté<br />de Frank Lloyd Wright<br /><br /><br />j'avais faim de couleurs</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>qui soient là</div><div>pour ce qu'elles sont</div><div></div><div>simplement</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>sans qu'on leur demande</div><div>de décrire des choses absentes</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>puisqu'elles</div><div>- les couleurs -</div><div>sont là</div><div></div><div>tellement présentes</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>elles sont ce qu'elles sont</div><div>et cela me comble</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7134813558814175085?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-76356929456349500282009-04-25T05:09:00.000-07:002009-04-25T05:23:08.492-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfMAo4JDAsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U6eR96jcAcg/s1600-h/la+page+du+livre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328603486374527682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfMAo4JDAsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U6eR96jcAcg/s400/la+page+du+livre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"<em> Notre âme a une fêlure et sonne, lorsqu'on parvient à l'atteindre, comme un vase précieux que l'on aurait retrouvé, fêlé, dans les profondeurs de la terre. "</em><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kandinsky,</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Du spirituel dans l'art</span></div><br /><div align="right">et dans la peinture en particulier,</div><br /><div align="right">folio, p. 53.</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Je songe</div><br /><div align="left">à une femme</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">qui me dit un jour</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">qu'un grand spécialiste</div><br /><div align="left">l'avait reçue</div><br /><div align="left">en consultation</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">alors qu'elle était enceinte.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Elle espérait beaucoup de lui.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Il la salua,</div><br /><div align="left">alors qu'elle s'en allait,</div><br /><div align="left">d'un</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">"vous êtes un vase sacré".</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Voilà des mots que je n'ai pas entendus</div><br /><div align="left">lorsque j'attendais mes enfants.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Je les passe </div><br /><div align="left">aux femmes</div><br /><div align="left">qui voudront les prendre </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">pour elles</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">et aux hommes</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">qui voudront</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">les offrir</div><br /><div align="left">aux femmes.</div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-7635692945634950028?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286176566839054457.post-48188532830564841532009-04-24T23:28:00.000-07:002009-04-25T01:07:45.559-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfKzMuNI3tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1y1uzsfDCj0/s1600-h/2803166527_215d16a60c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328518340275658450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3SBwYucZ9g/SfKzMuNI3tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1y1uzsfDCj0/s400/2803166527_215d16a60c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>mais peu importe<br /><br />le 8 est infini<br />et fini<br />à la fois<br /><br />j'ouvre ici une toile<br />pour quelques photos<br />où ma peau<br />et ma chair<br />ont servi de toile<br />à Caroline Tréfois<br /><br />un jour<br /><br />un 27 août 2008<br />à 8 mois de grossesse<br /><br />je me suis laissée<br />peindre<br /><br />et<br /><br />Sandrine Fraikin<br />a pris quelques photos<br /><br />à présent<br />que Lucie<br />ce huitième bébé<br />né de moi<br />a 6 mois<br /><br />je me propose d'écrire<br />discrètement<br />du bout des doigts<br />autour</div><div>de ces moments-là</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286176566839054457-4818853283056484153?l=unhuitiememystere.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ingrid van den Peereboomnoreply@blogger.com0