While my guitar gently weeps (2021) Collages by Desag

About the Expeditions of my sales: Shipping times: 8 working days after your order. Dear buyer, I want to bring you peace of mind regarding the shipping of your paint purchase. The protection of your canvas will be done in an optimum way. I pay particular attention to the preparation and shipping of your package. To do this, I work with a factory specializing in shipping works of art: manufacture-zanzibar south of Paris. This factory uses cardboard boxes and / or special woods, which are 100% recyclable. These packaging are designed to have very high security protection. The wedges are made with resistant foam. Depending on the destination to your country, I can ask the Zanzibar factory to make a special wooden crate. Once the packaging is complete, I assure you that the package will withstand the contingencies of transport to your door. DESAG Here is the inspiration and the story of this painting Often, I tell those around me that with my 64 years, I think I have arrived in the last third of my life on earth. As I got older, I could see that I had many memories from the past? As a painter and artist with my creations. I manage to show you the absolute of my human intimacy, without filter. Better yet, I will explain to you the genesis of my creations. So you who are looking at this canvas, here are some explanations. I hope that they will allow you to "capture" some keys, in order to better understand the directions and subjects of my inspirations. Several months ago, I heard on my “spotify” the song by George Harisson, While my guitar gently weeps, a tune that I find sublime. Immediately, memories came to the surface. Here is a summary: In 1975, based in Cherbourg, I was a sailor on a coastal patrol vessel Opiniâtre P642 of the French Navy. Besides my painting business, I was also able to embark with my guitar. I came from the School of Maneuvers near Brest. I graduated from it. On board, the atmosphere is surprising, I struggled to find my place, and to be admitted. I was the new kid. Housed in the crew quarters at the front of the vessel. It was a warship, and comfort came after the efficiency of the ship. I must admit, I am a little over 17 years old and at that time, I encountered real difficulties in understanding and experiencing the beginning of a homosexuality that I was afraid of: I was hiding it. The girls were friends, nothing else. At 13 years old very attracted to boys, but I had read in a dictionary the definition of the word "homosexuality": it is a mental illness. (!) The shock had been severe! Also, I didn't have anyone to talk to. Before joining the navy, I thought I was better off living in an environment surrounded by men. So on board my assignment the “obstinate” unit I took refuge in my job on board, and in the music. At that time, I was listening to a Beatles song signed by George Harrison on repeat: While My Guitar Gently Weeps. For me, it was about my heart crying softly, and in secret. It must be remembered that at that time, I have never had the slightest sexual experience. Except masturbation. To see the beauty of these young people around me, sometimes naked in the showers, or in their bunks (bunks), that drove me crazy! These smells, the naked bodies, perfumes or the odors of perspiration put the disorder in my mind of great teenager. In the privacy of my bunk, the curtain drawn, I caressed my body. I had to be content with onanism in all its forms. But after which each time, I silently cried my face plunging into my pillow. I had the pain of loving. I quickly assimilated that the army and homosexuality did not mix a priori at all. It didn't exist! So I had to hide and be silent. Behave in a reserved manner. If I wanted to stay in the Navy, absolute silence! However, three months later, in the kitchens at the back of the building, I had noticed the looks of the new flight attendant towards me? He quickly made me understand that I did not leave him indifferent. How had he discovered my secret? Shortly after, during a weekend at the dock in the dockyard, I was on duty and more than two-thirds of the crew was on leave. Cyril, the cook, was over 20. Gently one evening in the half-light of a sleeping compartment, he stroked me and showed me. I was young and shaking. Cyril was the only adventure on this boat. Two months after this first adventure, Cyril the cook was incarcerated and sentenced to prison for theft of military equipment (which he sold in civilian life!). Judged, he was sent to a remand center in Toulon in the south of France. It was very sad this departure. So, feeling isolated and alone, I listened to George Harisson, “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”… Me too, my guitar was crying softly. 46 years later, romantic thoughts have surfaced. So I created this canvas. This collage-painting is a tribute to George Harisson, to my youth, and to the French National Navy that I love so much. DESAG

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HarrissonAmourDecouverteAdolescenceHomoséxualité