Nathalie Jolivert

"Drawing by hand stimulates the imagination and allows us to speculate about ideas, a good sign that we are truly alive" Michael Graves for the New York Times

Buildings communicate. NYC and SF

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Work in progress #frontiersindevelopment

Work in progress #frontiersindevelopment

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I really like this piece! Finding common threads of interest: “De mis vivos y mis muertos” by Jorge Mayet

I really like this piece! Finding common threads of interest: “De mis vivos y mis muertos” by Jorge Mayet

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Fresque Murale de Joe Sacco à Paris

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La fresque de Joe Sacco « Bataille de la Somme 1916 » dans le couloir de la station Montparnasse-Bienvenüe →

J’ai beaucoup apprécié cette pièce l’été dernier durant mes vacances de famille à Paris. Par chance, ce couloir nous ramenait à notre appartement! 

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In further design explorations for the Swiss Embassy mural in Haiti, I am looking at the similarities between Switzerland’s tradition of paper cutting and Haiti’s tradition of metal artwork

In further design explorations for the Swiss Embassy mural in Haiti, I am looking at the similarities between Switzerland’s tradition of paper cutting and Haiti’s tradition of metal artwork

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A-Z of Dance →
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From the Movie Chico et Rita_ Inspiration for representation of Covered sidewalks… Relationship between Downtown Port-au-Prince and Havana

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#inspiration  #chico et rita  #havana  #galeries trottoirs  #port-au-prince 

Self-Portraits 2013_ Acrylic Paint and Charcoal on Paper 

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"…ownership is the most intimate relationship that one can have to objects. Not that they come alive in him; it is he who lives in them. So I have erected one of his dwellings, with books as the building stones, before you, and now he is going to disappear inside, as is only fitting."
Unpacking My Library | Walter Benjamin
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#Spatial Narratives 
Je vis, Je meurs de Louise Labe

Je vis, je meurs ; je me brûle et me noie ;
J’ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure :
La vie m’est et trop molle et trop dure.
J’ai grands ennuis entremêlés de joie.

Tout à un coup je ris et je larmoie,
Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j’endure ;
Mon bien s’en va, et à jamais il dure ;
Tout en un coup je sèche et je verdoie.

Ainsi Amour inconstamment me mène ;
Et, quand je pense avoir plus de douleur,
Sans y penser je me trouve hors de peine.

Puis, quand je crois ma joie être certaine,
Et être au haut de mon désiré heur,
Il me remet en mon premier malheur. 

Louise Labé (1524-1566)

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#inspiration 

Ed Ruscha, Forever my Favorite 

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First stab into my thesis on Spatial Narratives (Summer 2011) 

First stab into my thesis on Spatial Narratives (Summer 2011) 

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