The fall
I am an addict
I am addicted to meeting you
How it makes me feel
Sparkles Butterflies fireworks
I am going for it
Running for it … More The fall
Mon portrait par les mots d'un autre "Personne vive et alerte dans la vie, son moyen d’expression artistique s’est rapidement tourné vers la littérature, à l’usage exclusif de signes et symboles assemblés de manière unique pour décrire au plus près son idéal de beauté. Et pour mieux s’extraire de ces contraintes de langage, Justine T. Annezo a pris le chemin de l’écriture impressionniste. Les mots et les caractères constituent des outils qu’elle détourne pour ciseler, peindre, découper, transformer des sensations, des ressentis intimes, et les projeter en images éthérées et abstraites qui traversent le lecteur au gré de son imaginaire. Bercée par la comédie et la mise en scène théâtrale, elle s’est échappée d’un univers trop contraint à son goût, pour épouser des terrains de jeu sans limites au gré de ses voyages initiatiques, ici et maintenant, à l’autre bout du monde ou encore dans le passé révolu. Sculptant ses phrases dans un rythme sans cesse bousculé par des adjectifs et des adverbes jaillis de sa sensibilité de l’instant, Justine T. Annezo a le don de réunir dans un patchwork très personnel des morceaux récupérés en pièces détachées de paysages, de personnages et d’événements historiques pour donner racine à un monde impalpable, messager d’une vérité propre dénuée de réponses. Elle réussit à imposer son style lisible entre tous où les écritures contemplative et du sensible s’entremêlent pour créer une musique enrichie de mots inventés et nous inviter dans une poésie de la vie qui nous interpelle et nous touche. Nous pouvons alors nous abandonner avec bonheur dans son monde romanesque en trois dimensions où la grande Histoire vient percuter le fil de ses histoires façonnées avec une précision d’orfèvre."
I am an addict
I am addicted to meeting you
How it makes me feel
Sparkles Butterflies fireworks
I am going for it
Running for it … More The fall
We all live our lives for the first time. My wake-up call of the day. It’s obvious, a cliché, an undeniable truth. Yet, it shines like a balm for my urge. Like a revelation for my trouble. … More We all live for the first time
Uneven on a knife-edgeUneven on the thread of loveThe tightrope walker of broken hearts sways from right to left Indecisive, she doesn’t know who to love, who to choose The tightrope walker with a volatile heart loves them all, loves noneShe loves LOVEThe great unknown knocking at her heartWhenever she meets, strikes and falls The … More On the thread of Love
This precious moment When everything folds into silence When the world collapses into oblivion Just two people gazing at each other Knowing they are about to take a leap of faith They are about to blend into each other … More That moment of silence…
I haven’t hopped on a plane for 4 years, I haven’t crossed the Atlantic for 5 years. Until my trip in Berlin, my explorations had become more local. However, my Alaskan friend Hannah has asked almost every year when I would visit since then. I have had valid excuses for a while : covid, shutdown, vaccine, then lack of time and money… … More Plane Mode
Travels are a sacred thing, you dream about it, you plan it, in your head and in your body. You save a chunk of your time, you compare plane’s ticket, then you finally book it. You can’t turn back, you are about to leave. Days, weeks or months pass by, depending on how long you have planned your trip ; it’s then time to pack – 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max – to choose essential items, to sort them, to weigh and gauge : 1 small item 40×30×15 + 1 CABIN BAG 12 kg max ! … More My sacred departures
1,2,3She tries to be freeShe tries to fleeNothing is easyShe looks for her way 4,5,6She tries to mixShe tries her tricksAnything can be fixedShe looks for her play 7,8,9She tries to be fineShe tries to be mineEverything will soon shineShe looks for her line 1,2,3Like a lullaby4,5,6Like a butterfly7,8,9Just to simplify She turns and turnsher … More 1,2,3, I am thrilled
Where she breathesWhere she walksWhere she shinesShe Loves Bright light of her soulVivid impulse of her heartEssential strength of her bodyShe Loves With many wordsImperious Glowing Playfull Loving PreciousWith many feelingsGenerous Delicious Courageous Gracious Audacious Glorious Victorious She Loves Full of herselfProud of herself Ruler of her Life Queen of her Own She Loves Faithful … More The Radiant
In her eyeIn her smileKindnessIn her hand In her heartAffectionShe gazes into lifeThrough the shimmery veil Of her birth Swimming to the purest of her candourto the sweetest of her softnessShe is living in her inner circleIn her stronghold heart Salty as a mistShe stumbles into lifeLooking for her wayWavering like the seaOf her soul … More State of Grace
A sparkle is springingflame of lifestrength of everythingstrongly burning inside youfrom youlike a power coming from nowhereto go where you can know yetIt’s like a promise for tomorrowa promise for nowfull of enthusiasm and dreams of foolishness and truths not quite risen to consciousness You disrupts insideimpatient and wildconfident and informed in order to only … More Blossom