Aragon Painting

This piece was inspired by one of my mother's favorite French Poets, Louis Aragon. I created it with the words of his poem "Il n'Aurait Fallu" in mind. I used the third paragraph which is written in the middle of this painting. I wanted it to be fresh and like the air and space it talks about. In 1956, Aragon is still celebrating Elsa Triolet because their "Novel" is "Unfinished". This poem is a story in which Aragon tells us of his brutal resurrection thanks to Elsa. It is a lyric poem: Aragon is amazed and wants to amaze us with the miracle of love. This poem is a hymn to love and a superb love letter. Il n'aurait fallu Qu'un moment de plus Pour que la mort vienne, Mais une main nue Alors est venue Qui a pris la mienne. Qui donc a rendu Leurs couleurs perdues Aux jours aux semaines, Sa réalité À l'immensité Des choses humaines ? Moi qui frémissais Toujours je ne sais De quelle colère, Deux bras ont suffi Pour faire à ma vie Un grand collier d'air. Rien qu'un mouvement Ce geste en dormant Léger qui me frôle Un souffle posé Moins qu'une rosée Contre mon épaule. Un front qui s'appuie À moi dans la nuit, Deux grands yeux ouverts, Et tout m'a semblé Comme un champ de blé Dans cet univers Un tendre jardin, Dans l'herbe où soudain La verveine pousse, Et mon coeur défunt Renaît au parfum Qui fait l'ombre douce Il n'aurait fallu Qu'un moment de plus Pour que la mort vienne Mais une main nue Alors est venue Qui a pris la mienne Approximate English translation: It would have taken Just a moment longer for death to come, But a bare hand then came and took mine. Who brought back their lost colors to days and weeks, its reality to the immensity of human affairs ? I, who shook all the time with unknown angers, two arms were enough to make in my life a big necklace of air. Just a move This light gesture when asleep, brushing me, A breath hanging less than dew over my shoulder. A forehead resting against me in the night, Two eyes wide open, and everything seemed to me like a wheat field in this universe. A gentle garden, Grass where suddenly verbena grows, And my defunct heart is reborn to the perfume that softens the shadows. It would have taken Just a moment longer for death to come But a bare hand then came and took mine

Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:15.7 W x 19.7 H x 0.8 D in

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