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2021.03.12 • Work in progress Drawing has always been my inner narrative vocabulary since I have hold a pen in my hand. I was about two years old. At that time of my life, I saw my dad paint and draw for him self quite often. Doing just so for his own pleasure. Growing up in Geneva, I sensed his infinite pleasure doing art with his heart, only during his little free time. Painting was somehow his mind liberation. When I was child, he was still a watchmaker working around the clock in the swiss industry to sustain his new family that was growing. Financial responsibility, has a father, a spouse shared with my mam as a housewife. Basic low middle class family. A surround sort of happiness I recon. Though, the income as a watchmaker was low, life was good. My brother was just born two and a half years after me and life was spanning in the 70's. My dad taught me practically nothing about the little he knew of painting or drawing, but I observed. I stand by him. I just draw and draw. My own little inner world. I was a day dreamer all along my childhood. I recorded things in my mind : atmospheres and sounds, sightseeings, sceneries. And I draw. I have loved that calmness my dad had in his heart while painting. So in that matter, he was a sort of pride I wanted to match since I was 4 years old. I probably sensed this hidden artistic path he never really had the courage to take for granted. His return from his 4 years living in New-York in-between 1965 and 1969 was still hugely imprinted in his heart. Blessing memories for him. The best time of his life, has he always told me. That is where he learned photography, super 8 film, painting. I surely always saw that painting he made of N-Y hanging in our home. That was freedom for him. Then, when the pressure of the family had him caught in a corner, I never really saw him paint or draw ever again. Lost dream I guess. I am a dad of three boys now, and I see fatherhood as an openess to open masculine vulnerabilities and learn from it. It is a narrative Art form. • • 2021 • Art work by #sebastienguenot • #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #contemporarydrawing (at Romainmôtier) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMUNKZTBXk0/?igshid=mfdyese1fv2b

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2021.03.10 • I always have a moleskin notebook with me were ever I go. I started that principle of drawing on it what ever my inner world sees while observing the utter world surrounding me. I am hugely writing down every intuitive thing that comes to my mind, my heart. As well as it serves recording my senses by hand. My poetry comes by drawing images that in turn inspire some narrative text. It is all intuitive. Serendipity. I seek, I found. As simple as that. Listening by seeing has become my normal state of creativity since I started that moleskin notebook practice in 2005. I have since that year filed up about 20 of them just about the end of 2020. Oh wired isn't ? Anyhow, It has become my inner map. Through it, as I dyslexic, I find the way to my little expansive room. My route, my journey into my graphic journal, as I name it. • • #moleskine notebook / / 2021 • Art work by Sébastien Guenot • • • • • #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #sebastienguenot (at Romainmôtier) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMPck23nDin/?igshid=19amxtlwjxtjm

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2021.02.25 I realize that much has happened in my deep self since I first started consciously posting on Instagram, 1st of may 2017. It was a deep magnetic call that I needed to share out to the human world in my own authentic inner world. What I just realize in that time of my life was that my drawing practice was in fact called ART. So I was an artist ? I didn't know that before 2017. Believe me or not, but at that time of my life, I didn't know that what I was doing all my life long, especially since I had a pen in my hand, was in fact the path leading to a realistic inner space, my house of graphic narrative imaginary. Self. Art. A spacetime architecture that makes me be in a transcendental state of mind, heart, body, and where I connect to other dimensions, conscious dreams. My little expansive room. Imagine. It is a narrative aspect of my life as a whole. An holistic understanding of what is the power of imagination. A true human power, as individually as much as collectively. With its most direct human tool, the hands, directly connected to our mind and hearts, finding by serendipity, drawing, which is in us all, and that has been transmitted to us for more than 38'000 years of human graphic expression through the observation of the visible and visible : Art. Going back to these posts. I recall that time in my heart as my Art. He Art. HEART. That living expansive space situated in the central me, a place that vibrates through my life as a connection to my whole existence as a human and directly connected to my environment. A journey. It is all connected evidently, but it traces up a path of essential serendipity that affects my life in a positive sneaky traces of lace. It draws what has been found in my dreams and my reality. An in-between forest of creativeness. * continue reading in message bellow (at Le Chasseron) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLtm7G2hvhz/?igshid=16lplr6ohvw41

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2021.02.21 • Winter is on its way to an end in just a glimpse of a month. Days have been in a thick density this winter. Time just flies by like a snow flakes melting down on a warm sunny ground. I honestly don't see it passing through. Anyhow, drawing and writing have been keeping me super busy. It felt like traveling into other inner spaces that felt pretty much like home to me. Like being on the edge of two worlds that I can truly observe, where life is as holistic as a quite known whole. An introspective loving womb that I felt pretty comfortable growing in. I mean artistically indeed. Exploring even more unknown inner territories, seeking for my beloved serendipity. So I got this deep artistic inspiration going profoundly hearted. Mysterious ways. Something rooted from what I call my secroforest studio room. These past January and February days I have found intuitive writing/drawing a new experience. A new form of expression that comes out of my truest narrative dreams, mixed with some of my very own experiences coming from my living life as a man, spouse, dad, artist...very compelling. Indeed, some new projects of my own Art are nicely coming along lately. A book, an exposition project, and some new artistic personal expressions that I will shape up this 2021 year. Thrilled. As I have more time to concentrate on my Art lately, all these new projects will sort of mark up a new stone mile in my life and artistic journey. As a matter of fact, that covid crisis has impacted quite deeply the way the cultural swiss world I am usually working with, as a theater and museum scenographer as well as a graphic designer/artist, and commissioned work is putted down it in quite a critical way. So I take this opportunity to totally change my swing and go deeper inside my own wing. Quite love that switch as it got some reborn feelings and new energy. Just like when I am in the forest seeing imaginary figures in trees, stones, branches and leafs... or is it ? • • Mother stoneleaf / / 2021 • Art work by Sébastien Guenot • • • • • #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #sebastienguenot https://www.instagram.com/p/CLklAEXB5LW/?igshid=sv6mh4u7673b

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⭕️ I flow the curving lines of my inner hollow, it tells me to bow like a crow, fly like an arrow, so I follow. ⭕️ . . . Two weeks ago, I was with my dear friend Lara Buffard (@blablabla_on_the_moon) and Lilian Frei (@lilian_frei) whom curated this residency for an artistic project of her : "give me five" at #casasciaredo in Ticino, Switzerland. Both are deep experienced performance artists and I have had the profound chance to discuss and learn about there Arts, visions and practices. They are very singular individuals full of there beautiful natural beings. Of course, that leaded me to explore performance too, like that ravenman I am, covered with some mystical black blue darken fathers. Often in my own dreams, I could take off to some alpine mountains around. It made me understand the importance of narrative intuition as a whole play. As much as I can feel it, drawing is such an act of inner narrative expression. Performing my Art can become a true hearted act of utter out coming self, my drawing ephemeral lines as life. This residency made me feel a profound will to explore more of this artistic practice in 2021. I have felt blissful these days. My free inner gates of expression found in my own Art are a link to connect more with the visible and especially the invisible. The one I have perceived so much since childhood. A sort of mystic envision that can be transmuted into a graphic Art language of my own. So let's see what can bring me that call next year ! I am so thankful to have shared such a precious time drawing this fresco with Lara, in 4 hands, two hearts, emphasized by Georgette's spirit that I could sens all along that inspiring time in her studio house. Being able to draw in her studio was an honor. May this new light winter circle be a new gate of discovery as the north wind I love so much rises to blow with all its soul in my childhood Jura mountains ! • • Fresco / / 2020 • Art work by Lara Buffard and Sébastien Guenot • • • • • #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot (at Lugano, Switzerland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJUCGc8BoCE/?igshid=o4sva16iedjq

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⭕️ You are the spark that lights up my sights in the most darkened space of that known enlarged hall, a circled time coming from a very old call, I am at dawn dancing naked with the whole. ⭕️ . . . Winter is here. Finally here. Happy solstice folks ! Yes, my lovely annual time of all vibrates its multiple doors since I am that one human light. A week from now, I was coming back home from #casasciaredo, in Ticino Switzerland, where I have spent a beautiful human artistic time with two beautiful souls. Indeed, I was invited by my dear friend Lara Buffard (the performance artist @blablabla_on_the_moon) to spent a view days with her good friend Lilian Frei (the performance artist @lilian_frei) whom curated this artistic residency, for an artistic project of her : "give me five". These three days where for me like a golden circle interlaced in dialogues and walks, history, art, philosophy and spirituality, and most of all; true good friendship and chimney dancing warm fire. What a discovery for me ! This house is field of the creator's deep spirit. A beautiful little functional architecture imagined in the modern Bauhaus mouvement of the 1920's. Georgette Klein was an extraordinary woman : Doctor of german philology, violinist, author of diaries, textile artist, actor-director of marionette-plays, sculptor, writer, designer, architect, gardener, philosopher. She imagined this illuminated cubic space on the little hill next to the church of Barbengo for her own use. However a more detailed analysis of her life and work has revealed to us three a lot more : she was a personality with never ending energy, continuously searching for new conclusions, trying daily to develop artistic work as well as her spiritual vision. I have deeply felt connected by that vision too. And so I have let it follow my own call, star, vision...shared with similar souls. Do you have experienced that too once in your life time ? • • Face stone / / 2020 • Art work by Sébastien Guenot • • • • • #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot (at Lugano, Switzerland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJD-M3rhjHe/?igshid=1vlbg6tqge1x0

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⭕️ As the circle of my life draws the line of a time passed by so many sublime, I know it is now I will have to walk through the white glimpse that makes all thing pimps, flips, flaps, as the black crow wings told me to make my new fly go over that totem top evergreen giant tree of my nordic child infinite seed. ⭕️ . . . Winter is coming ! These days are my ever favorite powerful and beautiful moments of all time, always. As far as I was a very small child, winter runs in my veins like no other season. As a son of a nordic highland black forests swiss area, white winter is imprinted in my soul. As soon as winter arrives my inner spirit arise. My blood runs circle all over the year to welcome that time of the year that my heart wait and vibes for a deep and profound love. As all is driven by the smell of the crispy air, the sound of crushed snow, the sights of the proud giants conifers spruces emerging from all vegetal kingdom, and the obscure beautiful twilights and nights contrasted by the milliards of stars making all bright and sublime. My spirit is a winter one. It drives my sens to the transhumance of my wild oneness. Spruce trees have been my brothers and sisters since childhood, climbing on top of them where ravens and crows are waiting. Hiding underneath there branches that makes natural tipis. Talking to them about my deep inner believes. Touching there rough skins and holding there beautiful spiral seeds in my hands from my heart. They echoes my speaking, they listen my voice, they have a language I can understand. I see faces in there straight vertical trunk, totems of what my inner eyes connect. My soul. They have always been there to make me grow higher, as best friends do. That is why I draw them by heart, in my imaginary sight, as totems whom engage me with many faces. Secretly. So today I unveiled that secret and share it. Open your mind and heart...observe...closer...don't search, just find. Do you foresee them ? • • Sister spruce / / 2020 • Art work by Sébastien Guenot • • • • • #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot (at Romainmôtier) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIauFNIBhI6/?igshid=1rfopde4xlogt

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⭕️Le vertical est vertige. Je marche par delà la cime des derniers grands sapins verts, eux, mes conifères frères, mes pieds racines qui dansent sur une crête calcaire claire. Mère. J'écoute un battement qui connait ce coeur d'ailes noires. Deux grands corbeaux au vent, ils s'envolent vers le nord pas encore mort. N'aie peur j'entends de leur croassements me disant vient, suis nous, vois ces couleurs. Soeurs. Me montrant le secret passage de l'étroit bec du rocher au devant, j'escalade le signe pour trouver sans chercher. Arrivé sur un vide hémisphère, je me perd. Père. Mon regard plonge dans le soleil se couchant sur l'océan d'un brouillard incessant. L'horizon est lointain. Encore et encore je vis ce fabuleux passage à l'heure bleue, émaille qui s'entaille. Portail. Ma vie est dans la bascule de l'autre état d'être sans connaître, parcellaire vision Air. Face au vide, attiré, je peux enfin m'envoler, loin sur l'étendue des nuances, nuages en transe, pour nager, naviguer, partager...ou rester et aimer. ⭕️ La nature est en TOI parce que TA nature est en elle. Tu es l'enfant caché du soleil, vois cette graine qui sème ta transhumance, trouve ta bienveillante polarité, elle crée la spirale du courant sacré, ce mouvement de vie qui t'est infini ! . . . #seacloud #merdenuages #hiking #jurasuisse #randonnée #swissalps #artinspiration #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot (at Le Chasseron) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIRoXM5npa9/?igshid=18d90k586tljk

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⭕️Le vertical est vertige. Je marche par delà la cime des derniers grands sapins noirs, eux, mes conifères frères, mes pieds racines qui dansent sur une crête calcaire claire. Mère. J'écoute un battement qui connais ce coeur d'ailes noires. Deux grands corbeaux au vent s'envolent vers le nord. Croassements me disant suis nous, me montrant le secret passage de l'étroit au devant. Je suis le signe et j'arrive sur un vide. Mon regard plonge dans le soleil couchant sur l'océan d'un brouillard incessant. L'horizon est lointain. Encore et encore. Ma vie est dans la bascule de l'autre état d'être, parcellaire. Air. Je suis face au vide, attiré, je peux enfin m'envoler, loin sur l'océan de nuage et nager, naviguer, partager ou rester. ⭕️ La nature est en TOi parce que TA nature est en elle. Tu es l'enfant caché du soleil, vois en toi cette graine qui sème ta transhumance, trouve ta bienveillante polarité, elle crée la spirale du courant sacré, ce mouvement de vie qui t'es infini ! . . . #seacloud #merdenuages #hiking #jurasuisse #randonnée #swissalps #artinspiration #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot (at Le Chasseron) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIRoXM5npa9/?igshid=1r97y9b6t27tj

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⭕️ You are a child of a far away side, drum, heart of humanimal verbs, dance, naked around that old pin tree, you know you are not from earthy mind, cast that shine, in words you fly in this light of time as a guspy tree, old, man in the flesh of your feminine wombs, feel, father of some three cosmic stars, they see you die, again, a new age dawn is Born. ⭕️ . . . #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot (at Creux du Van) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHBRCyAhHjh/?igshid=1ejdny3pvonox

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⭕️ As the lines of my hears are matching my heart, a full swing of my wings are matching my star. From the view of that branch, size, I am amazed of my maze as I watch over this feeling of all inner rythme, links, a bliss of my skin. And as these mysterious faces of lights blink me back my high, I shy. ⭕️ • • • • Drawn with @jeanreynier 's ink personal fountain pen . #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot https://www.instagram.com/p/CGcxqnBH88S/?igshid=430k4vcv0k4i

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⭕️ Loin devant ce miroir levant, enfant j'y ai ancré mes mémoires par l'encre de mes mains de père, frère, terre, aire. Ces desseins du destin qui sont comme les plus beaux seins auxquels je me suis amoureusement abreuvé d'un lait qui me plait. Je suis pleins de mes dessins, liens, aériens, terrien, car je suis devenu serein. ⭕️ . . . Je n'ai pas beaucoup partagé ces derniers mois sur ce réseau. Surtout pas par déni, non, juste par envie de recréer le lien sacré qui me créer, cet espace de mes tendres lisières, celles de mes biens, dimensions ouvertes au tout qui comme une atmosphère céleste ne cesse de se renouveller. Espace invisible qui se gorge de mon visage, de mes images, de ce qui est sage. Ce matin, au fil de ce qui est dans les mains, j'ai rangé un peu la chambre du petit dernier, Elowan qui a 5 ans, et j'y ai trouvé son carnet de dessins, d'images en l'aire, d'imaginaires. Ce carnet que je lui ai un jour de début janvier 2020 donné pour dessiner ces envies. Comme son papa, il voulait avoir son relié de pages à lui. Soit, je lui ai dit. Je te transmets un de mes carnets. Moi, qui comme un toit laisse glisser plus bas l'eau du petit nuage transmutant l'air en gouttes, en courant, en torrents, en enfants, je te vois toi en ce qui me fait moi ! Retrouver ce matin ce carnet où l'on a lui et moi co-dessiné, ci-créé, co-joué, mais surtout ci-aimé. L'un l'autre, de l'un à l'autre. Il l'a avec le temps approprié et transformé. Les deux premiers frères, @william.guenot et @edwin_guenot, ont dans leurs mains ce destin là aussi, transmis par le dessin qui exprime leurs propres desseins. Pleins de ces carnets sont nés d'innombrables explorations imaginaires, réellement observés aussi. Ensembles, de frères à père, le liens s'est construit. Naître de cela pour refaire sans jamais cesser cette expression du vivant imprimé dans le papier. Ce carnet d'Elwoan est rempli du plus beau message que j'ai pu recevoir ces derniers mois: exprimer sans juger, sans planifier, juste dessiner ! Gratitude à ses enfants rois des imaginaires autrefois sacrifiés, car ils sont eux l'esprit du vivant qui crée ce que l'on nomme l'Art. ⭕️ merci ! . . . . #dessins #drawing https://www.instagram.com/p/CFMk4rEBPrL/?igshid=7lwycdcmrtg0

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⭕️ As music arise, you close your eyes in a raise of faith, it draws figures in your mind as your heart blossoms in multiple rays of magical realms. ⭕️ • • Last night happened some magic in my Art studio. A small and beautiful private gig from @loicgrobety and Sébastien Pittet in a confined improvised show. As the guests arrived, I have let my self apart sitting on my own at my drawing table. Just taking in the vibes and let the improvisation happen within my hands and heart. In this mode, I usually draw whatever my imagination travels into without mentally judging, out of concept or mental drive. One length into that powerful life musical piece. I call this my "life drawing" as it is a sort of performance of its own, a small theater of my imagination. As a matter of fact, I am now going to perform with my so called "theater life drawing" in a gig with these two amazing musicians. Soon. In November if all goes alright. As I am currently building a drawing tool to project my performance into walls, matters, with lights and magic, with my hands and heart. So I am thrilled to start a new direction within my own Art, close to the idea and will of performing in spaces I can act with my ephemeral drawing as a sort of theatrical play. So I will let time travel and see. Thank you Sébastien and Loic, I feel totally connected to your music. This power of now. ⭕️🏵 • • Sacred links / / 2020 • Art work by Sébastien Guenot • • • • • #imaginarydrawing #comtemporarydrawing #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #素描 #poetry #poesie #musicaldrawing #dessinvivant #sebastienguenot @sebastienguenot (at Romainmôtier) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFE81DcB66e/?igshid=1sbgu4u45b94z

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⭕️ My open hand on an open hand, emphasized by inner plants full of petals, inviting themselves into the invisible of the whole, my sensitive emotional layers of ocher to turquoise. These dreamed buds are dancing with my autographic transmutations, they are the hyperbolic cells of my life. These colors mark the essence of what transmutes, mutation of me, the land which is constantly wild in my self, embracing what is deeply rooted and sublime. ⭕️ • • Sacred links / / 2020 • Art work by Sébastien Guenot • • • • • #imaginarydrawing #sacredcolors #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot https://www.instagram.com/p/CC0kmCCB30A/?igshid=nckqd2h5k3wx

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⭕️ Deep inside my self is a whole other self that I speak within all days long. Often in thoughts, It invites me in a circled green tall forest where is build a small home at the center. Some unknown shutter of a beautiful architectonic that makes all joy and imagination blows in a constant warm wind traversing my wings. ⭕️ . . . It's been exactly two months I haven't posted any work. Midsummer had passed through as the shape of a temporary mask of light. Figures of any sorts have been visiting my imagination in my dearest secret forest. They told me about some blue new lights, I have seen them bright. Summer Lights are entering the studio and they show me some new exploration to find out. From the past it has followed my future with blue lights. I know it will arrive in some near time, there in that space, where some more colors will enter my Art. As for now, fallen branches and earth matter are gently linked to water inked torn papers...just where some beautiful humanoids figures and body shapes are coming to me to be born. They dialogue with me or my soul, this has to be found out yet... well, be kind. Hope it does make it well for you too though ! Are you also seeing human shapes in the wild nature of your summer self ? Tell me more ⭕️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CCGcmRfBNue/?igshid=2sqgduw4jowp

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On this time of the year, the middle space of spring, half moon showing in the night, the promise of the brightest day that will announce soon summer is on Beltane day. On that time of the year, I always celebrate my deep link to nature. Reestablishing relationships, reflecting on memories, and reconnecting with childhood dreams. That inner space where was planted the seed of my flower dream that would define my soul to my human being. I feel important to cultivate that flower to make it grow wild and marvelous as it is the promised seed that holds in all hearts within the whole Art. Every time of that year I spend a conscious time in the forest, taking my sights to observe, indulge in sounds and touches. Be part of it fully. Be in the unfolding foliage of the beautiful green, the sweet smell of leafs and wildflowers. Being HUMANIMAL and connect my evolving spirit to my lovingly soul in the epiphanic whole. All that remind me how simple life deeply is. Too many humans have a tendency to see them selves as separate, oppose and dual, as I my self believe we are in fact all part of the whole, totally connected to the invisible as the visible. What is showing out is the reflective of what happens in. We are simply part of nature, the cosmos, and our heart being the rythme of our own Art. We are animal by our body as we feel hunger and desire too, and we are the whole as we feel consciousness and more. (due to limited writing space, read more of my thoughts just on the message section just below) (at Col du Mollendruz) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_ruDsFHb3g/?igshid=h3kveomeugf3

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⭕️ You are walking the hidden path you have long forgotten to follow. Twenty height old cedar trees are marking the circle of your deepest dream. The secret map painted on to you heart brights through your naked chest as you reveal your self to your open yard. Eyes closed, it reads it out to the clouds, wind caressing your skin, you hear it loud. It breathes slowly in and out as the eternal flower of yours whispers the promise self to your loving sensitiveness. So long it has been since you really have heard it clear again. Now you see it all differently as she appears to you as your sister self, the very one that has always been watching you, searching how to make you grow. She tells you all again; hear me and be me. ⭕️ • • Life: Spring is at the middle, Beltane is very soon here again and I will celebrate it well. I feel thankful. Since the 2017th one I have started my very wild truth through my own Art. It has been a wild journey these 4 years. Exploring wild places inside my self I have never let it go out before. And that flower had grown strong since then. Beltane 2020 will see a wild fire sparkle wilder into that artistic path. I found her, she is in me, I am through her. My Atsuko flower. Life is wonderful ! • • Art: At Beltane 2017, I started my first ever Art project here on Instagram. It was a sort of survival need. I remember promising my self sticking to a daily one hour project of imaginary drawings, every day drawing, and never letting down my full artistic self anymore ever again ! Just do it and share it... and don't ever juge it. It felt to me like plunging into a pool of clouds that made me feel sweetly alive again. It was a total intuitive artistic path, unknown to me in every aspect, as I have never done any high studies or Art school. But more than any thing else, I was becoming intensely close to the sacred narrative space that was raging inside me for so long since my child hood. It started to reveal its self again. ☀️ • • Sister flower / / 2020 • Art work by Sébastien Guenot • • • • • #imaginarydrawing #blackandwhiteart #dessincontemporain #artsurpapier #artonpaper #workonpaper #contemporarydrawing #素描 #poetry #poesie #sebastienguenot https://www.instagram.com/p/B_mWqefHvKO/?igshid=pm1pu3surjf6