I’m a contemporary French artist, they say,
In every form of art, I find my way.
A life of endless exploration, I portray,
With mediums diverse, I paint my day.
On canvas, emotions and perceptions come to life,
With oils and acrylics, I battle with the strife.
Figurative details, in colors so rife,
Each brushstroke an invitation to innermost fife.
Yet in the abstract, my spirit takes flight,
With colors and shapes, I explore the night.
A world within, a captivating sight,
In minimalist ink, I create with all my might.
But beyond the canvas, my words do sway,
As a poet, I tell stories in the light of day.
Windows to my soul, where emotions lay,
In every verse, a piece of me on display.
As a contemporary artist,I break free,
Pushing boundaries of creativity, you see.
Awakening senses and minds, this is my decree,
Capturing beauty and emotion, my eternal spree.
I’m honored to share my art, to impart and relate,
With sensitive souls, who in my creations contemplate.
In an ageless dialogue, our hearts resonate,
A timeless conversation, where cultures integrate.
J.Kaspin
In twilight’s tender embrace, my tale unfolds,
A French artist, my heart in passion molds.
In the realm of art, my spirit ever roves,
In every medium, my love for creation beholds.
On canvas, I paint emotions, a world anew,
With oils and acrylics, my dreams imbue.
Figurative richness, details ever true,
Each brushstroke, an ode to love, for you.
Yet in the abstract, my soul takes flight,
With colors and forms, we merge in the night.
A world unspoken, where our hearts unite,
In minimalist ink, our love’s pure light.
But beyond the canvas, my verses find their way,
As a poet, your essence, I gently convey.
In each line, our love’s serenade, I say,
A glimpse of our souls, in words that sway.
As a contemporary artist, I break free,
Pushing boundaries, in love’s tapestry.
Awakening senses and hearts, you see,
Capturing beauty and passion, eternally.
I’m honored to share our story, to relate,
With sensitive hearts, where love’s fires await.
In a timeless embrace, our souls celebrate,
Our love, a masterpiece, where dreams dictate.
J.Kaspin
I am a French self-taught artist, Graphic Designer who has been painting for over 20 years. I’m a natural born artist,who loves to paint anything and everything in my head as well as what’s in front of me. I paint with my heart and my hands. I work passionately to create art that makes people feel connected to each other and the world around them.
I create to express universal emotions and feelings that can be experienced by everyone, while adding my own personal and unique touch to create a captivating and unforgettable visual experience.
As an artist painter, my canvases are vibrant expressions of my soul. Every brushstroke, every blend of colors tells a unique story, a feeling captured in a frozen moment. But there’s more to my creative world than just the juxtaposition of pigments on a canvas.
Beyond the palette and easel, I’ve discovered another way to breathe life into my emotions: through words. Writing poetry has become a natural extension of my creativity. Words are like brushes of letters, tracing intangible lines that evoke images, feelings, and dreams.
When I immerse myself in poetry, I find a different kind of freedom than what I experience while painting. Words dance on the page, creating rhythms and cadences that resonate with the emotions I wish to convey. Like my paintings, my poems are open windows to my inner world, offering a glimpse into what I feel and perceive.
The two disciplines feed into each other. My paintings inspire my poems, and my poems nourish my paintings. Colors become words, shapes turn into sentences, and together they form a language that transcends the boundaries of canvas or page.
So, I am an artist painter, and I enjoy painting with words as much as with colors. My creations are an ongoing dialogue between the visual and the verbal, a celebration of the beauty that can be found in the various shades of artistic expression. Each canvas is a silent poetry, each poem is a canvas in words, and through both, I find the fullness of my creative voice.
Splashes of Colors
Upon the virgin canvas, the brush dances,
The artist painter, a dream’s creator,
Splashes of colors, emotions in trances,
Life takes form, stars elevate higher.
Captured Dreams
The canvas becomes a mirror of souls,
The artist painter, like a magician so grand,
Captures dreams, fears, and burning coals,
In oils and watercolors, everything at hand.
Poetic Brushstrokes
Guided by a poetic spirit’s reign,
The artist painter, sculptor of words,
Creates paintings where the soul’s refrain,
The canvas speaks, even when unheard.
Palette of Life
On life’s ephemeral palette of hues,
The artist painter mixes shades in grace,
From darkness to light, mysteries to peruse,
Each brushstroke a mark, a unique embrace.
Canvas of the Soul
Like a canvas blank with emotions untold,
The artist painter delves into depths within,
Tracing lines of the soul that unfold,
Colors reveal pain, joy, and hidden sin.
Mirror of the Artist
The canvas mirrors the wandering soul’s plea,
The artist painter stands exposed and bare,
Between shadows and light, pure artistry,
Expression becomes a cry, intimate and rare.
Poetry about Flowers
In gardens of blooms, colors in a trance,
Petals soft as a tender, sweeping glance,
Each rose, each lily, each tulip may enhance,
Silent praise of nature’s vibrant, endless dance.
Flowers, delicate gems at morning’s rise,
Wafting fragrant scents where the soft wind sighs,
In fleeting beauty, they’re a living prize,
A reminder that life’s beauty never denies.
Daisies in fields, their simplicity profound,
Radiating like love’s truths that abound,
Swaying ‘neath the sky’s blue, boundless mound,
Graceful symphony in the air’s surround.
A wild garden’s ballet, colors free to play,
Poppies and cornflowers paint their array,
Blooms waltz to nature’s rhythm every day,
Living artwork, untamed, in life’s grand display.
Poetry about the Wind
The wind whispers among the leaves,
Sweet secrets, words that the heart believes,
It brushes the world with fleeting grace,
A gentle touch, a daring embrace.
Carrying worries away, it sets them free,
A messenger of liberty, of transient glee,
The wind’s wings bear tales to be unfurled,
Distant adventures for a wandering world.
In the trees’ dance, it finds its song,
Whispers and tunes, a melody lifelong,
The wind, an unseen poet of sky and sea,
Writes eternal verses in the boundless decree.
Poetry about the Sea
The sea stretches far, endless and deep,
Its waves whisper tales that secrets keep,
It carries our dreams to the horizon’s sweep,
Weaving a mystic tie where land and sky meet.
Tides dance, guided by the moon’s embrace,
An eternal ballet, a shared cosmic space,
Surf sings a melodious tune, a gentle trace,
Awakening desires, memories we chase.
Sun dips into its waters of golden hue,
Reflections waltz, an enchanted view,
The sea, mirror of emotions not few,
Reveals our thoughts, intimate and true
