Silent songs

In the afternoon,
I cut white sheets of daylight paper...
At night, I pour some black sky ink into a Chinese cup...
Then... When everyone is asleep...
When every word is said...
When only the satin sound of stars can be heard...
I sing my silent songs with my brushes
( not to waken the neighborhood ! )

Pierre Bordenave March 14, 2000

A landscape of silence

Black Birds

Dances of Spain

Broken words

Red Moon

Blue drops

Rainy Bird

Night of Spain

Golden dust

Paintings (second page)