Olivier Legrand

Album : Toxicity Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub, Eating seeds as a past time activity, The toxicity of our city, of our city, New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder, Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, Sacred silence and sleep, Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, Disorder, disorder, disorder. More wood for their fires, loud neighbors, Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck, Eating seeds as a past time activity, The toxicity of our city, of our city, New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder, Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, Sacred silence and sleep, Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, Disorder, disorder, disorder. New, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder, Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, Sacred silence and sleep, Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, Disorder, disorder, disorder. When I became the sun, I shone […]

            I am the inside man. Don’t trust this skin and this head, they are both fake. I m inside, I live inside my, inside my body, the outside is my protection, my shell. I don’t if I always be this kind of man, when you become an inside man, did I born like this?             The huge cannot pass this shall, the violence of this world doesn’t affect me at all. Only the small, the tiny can pass and touch me, touch my true skin. I can see only the insignificant, the trivial with my true inside eyes, my outside eyes, these that you see, can just recognize shape, motion they cannot feel, they give my social information, just to survive, just to stay in the middle of you, be these fake social eyes never give me pleasure or feeling, only the inside eyes can. And this mouth, it’s as fake as the rest of my outside body, from here only air escape, air in motion, that all, never a word.             Yes I live in the inside. The live has carved this shell with a hammer. It has given it […]

La reddition de Breda- Velasques 1647 La scène se situe à la fin du printemps 1625. La ville de Breda retourne dans le camp espagnol. En dépit des apparences Ambrosio da Spinola, à notre droite, et Justijn van Nassau, à notre gauche, ne fraternisent pas. Il s’agit, au contraire, d’une capitulation qui marque l’issue de dix mois de siège dont l’âpreté des combats se devine à l’arrière-plan.Breda est une ville hollandaise, sité dans l'actuel Pays Basque, le siège  débuta le 27 aout 1934 et dura plus de 9 mois.  Ce tableau représente une des étape dans la construction d'un territoire national, ici le territoire de la couronne d'Espagne. Donné les clefs de la ville au roi, passage symbolique de la souveraineté de la ville à l'état et plus tard à l'état nation.