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As the title suggests, this is a group to display all your Paris related art.

Featured Work

Metro by Mikhail Lavrenov

Paris metro sign lit by setting sun
Paris Cafe by Victor Pugatschew

I was inside the cafe on this freezing March day, and this chap was outside having his smoke and coffee. This was shot thru the window.
one leg by Roslyn Lunetta

scan b&w of one leg of the Eiffel Tower cira 1989

Recent Work

Writing

Ten Things You Must Never Say To An Artist…Are you still into painting? I thought you gave that up and got a real job…

WILDFLOWERS…JZ 487 Views
La roue by mr. teddybear

Holga CFN, / Paris 18e / France
Palais du Luxembourg by arbrecourt

There are the same chairs in all the Parisien gardens; now I understand why there’s always one facing others: people put their feet on it! No wonder! You need to when you’ve been walking in Paris, you walk miles and miles. / Marie de Médicis(mother of Louis XIII) lived here in 1625, now it’s the seat of the Ffrench senate. / http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palais_du_Luxembourg / I like Wikipedia!!
Les Mêmes Fleurs - Une Autre Vue by JaneAParis

MIXED MEDIA INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo Description: / Here is a love story turned to love gory…could it be an allegory? AND LOVE HUNTED HIM DOWN / _______ / ...He thought he could escape, but that was not quite the case, because she was going to find him, and ask him to explain… Love that …. feeling, that sends us to euphorias and vistas that are astounding and unbelievable. And then what happens a little bit later, after some of the intoxication has worn off. What if the person that you liked disappeared or wood not talk to you for some reason? Woodn’t you want to know why? Woodn’t you want an explanation? She had been in love with him. He was always in the back of her mind. She had been so crazy about him that he had not even had to be there for her to feel the effect. Just the mention of his name would send her into a head spin, and her eyes would get all smiley and dreamy. But she never knew if he was real or not. He was there and then he was not. She had tried many times to find him, to ask him why he played these unkind games? Why did he treat her in such a mean manner? Did he not realize that she had true affection for him? It did not matter anyway because she had a problem. She was sick. The bad people and her ex-husband told her that she was made of wood. The kind of wood that could be cut, mutilated, shaped, and burned. They told her she was a wooden indian lady. Her body was made of rotting wood, rotting because it had not been burned by the only burn they wood allow. The burn of love. Her body was ill. She thought maybe he had helped her with this, but he had not completely fixed the problem, and the illness had returned. He knew this wood happen too, she realized this. The illness was relentless, it was eating her alive. She felt the essence of her spirit ebbing. Her energy was draining. The illness had been eating at her for years, and it was winning. Everyday that she looked into the mirror after her daily shower, was one more day that she looked more dead. She had decided to search for him, and find the answers that she needed. She needed to see his disdain in person. How could she crawl in her deathly state to the other side of the world and speak to him. Just the lack of acknowledgement was so hurtful, especially since she was ill. She wood crawl up the stairs to his apartment with her bony fingers clawing at one more step to pull her dead emaciated body up a little further. By the time she reached the doorstep and rang the bell. She wood actually be nothing more than a rotting corpse with chunks of flesh falling off. He wood answer the door and scream. It wood give her a strange satisfaction. His wife wood scream too. They wood be frozen with whorror. Her rotting corpse wood waltz into the room and dance with the baby. The baby wood be the only one that truly thought it was funny, because the baby was made of wood too. The baby wood coo and smile with glee. JANE À PARIS Writing and Art Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS
Wallace Fountain I by bubblehex08

Paris
Petites Fleurs Bleues by JaneAParis

MIXED MEDIA / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo Just an enlightening little spin in the petite flower park…all done on tip toe (no choice)... DJAMAL BLUE – I SEE IN COLORS / Author: JaneAParis / Word Count: 306 DJAMAL BLUE – I SEE IN COLORS / _______ / This is about being very emotional and artistic. This is about a relationship with someone who played games and was never there, and what this has cost me. This is about disrespect and lost love. DJAMAL BLUE – I SEE IN COLORS belongs to the following groups: / Love & Romance , Passions, The Sensual Word and WMG / I SEE IN COLORS - CHOCOLATE BROWN / COFFEE BROWN / DEEP DARK BLACK / BRIGHT CLEAR SUNNY YELLOW / MAROONED / BLOOD RED / UPSET BLUE / SQUEEZED ORANGE / CARROT ORANGE / ICY PINK / PRETTY TOO FEMININE PINK / FOG SMOG GREY / DEAD WHITE / GOOD SILVER / BAD GOLD / UNROYAL PURPLE / LAVENDER / MAUVE – COLOR INVENTED BY AN ARTIST / MONEY GREEN / GARDEN GREENS / CHAMPAGNE DIAMONDS / BRICK RED / OFFWHITE / LEMON YELLOW / BEIGE / ROSE KNOWS / FUNGUS YELLOW / BRONZE / COPPER / STEEL BLUE / FRENCH BLUE / ULTRA MARINE BLUE / WATERFALL BLUE / MILKY WHITE / PEACH / VIOLENT RED / MOSSY GREEN / VOID BLACK, BLACKHOLE BLACK, IT’S NOT THERE BLACK / DECREPID GREY / SMOTHERING GREY / CLOUDY GREY / BURGANDY / BUBBLY SPARKLY CRYSTAL / ROOTBEER BROWN / CLEAR / UNCLEAR CLEAR / POLLUTED CLEAR / STAR BRITE / CARAMEL / FUDGE BROWN / DIRTY BLONDE / SHINY CLEAR / WHY IS THERE A ROYAL BLUE AND A ROYAL PURPLE, BUT YOU NEVER HEAR OF A ROYAL YELLOW OR A ROYAL RED? / WAS DJAMAL EVER REAL? WHY DID HE MAKE ME WORK FOR VALERIE? WHY DID HE PLAY GAMES? / THERE ISN’T A SOUL IN MY LIFE THAT DOESN’T PLAY GAMES, EXCEPT FOR MY CHILDREN AND THEY MANAGED TO STRIP ME OF THEM WITH THEIR DISRESPECT AND ABUSE, TO KEEP PULLING SOMEONE DOWN UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT, AND STILL AMAZINGLY THEY KEEP TAKING, SUCKING THE VERY ESSENCE FROM MY SOUL- / - THEY NEVER STOP, WHEN I HAD HOPE, THEY DASHED IT / NO MATTER WHERE I GO OR WHAT I DO - / THAT WASN’T REALLY NICE, WAS IT? / THE CLOWN OVER THE FIREPLACE / THE GOLDFISH BOWL THAT THEY MADE ME CLEAN / THE VACUMN CLEANER THAT KEPT GETTING CLOGGED / MAKING ME EMPTY THE POOBELL / SCREAMING AT ME ABOUT OVERCOOKED AND UNDERCOOKED NOODLES / KEEPING ME IN A CAGE AND PLAYING WITH ME / NEVER ACKNOWLEDGING ME, DESPITE ALL THE ATTEMPTS I HAD MADE TO SAY / “I ADORE YOU” / I SEE IN COLORS – / DJAMAL BLUE JANE Á PARIS Writing and Art Copyright ©2008 JANE Á PARIS
Parisian bench by arbrecourt

Not a beautiful bench but what a typical one! In the middle of a little square with a newspaper kiosk, a Wallace fountain, construction work, bikes, scooters, a couple holding hands and pigeons. / You can read the interesting story of Mr.Wallace at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wallace_fountain / an Englishman to the rescue of the thirsty French!
Mind boggling! by arbrecourt

In the basement leading to the toilets of the Fondation Cartier, Paris, during an exhibition on Graffiti. Can’t say they all did their best work, but the result was quite impressive when you were completely surrounded by it, even on the floor.
A context by tazzina

paris, fr. taken inside building The Cité de l’Architecture et du Patrimoine
Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation by tazzina

Paris, Fr.
Retour à Kowloon by mr. teddybear

Holga CFN
la promesse by mr. teddybear

Holga CFN + Fuji pro

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About This Group

As the title suggests, this is a group to display all your Paris related art.

A great many of the users on the site have visited Paris and
captured their representations of the city, and quite a few of us live
there. And, like many cities, Paris offers an infinity of images to be captured, scenes to be painted, and there could never be enough words to describe it.

Also, as this is a new group it will take a while to grow and to find it’s direction, I guess. But if any members have any suggestions or ideas to improve or aid the development, please, do not hesitate to contact the group hosts.

The group avatar is ‘Moulin rouge’ by Chord0

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