Fifth aquarelle and sketch

Fifth aquarelle and sketch

15 August 2017

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This is my fifth aquarelle which has proven to be very ill-assorted to the alla prima technique as the paper was not behaving in the expected way. Upon testing all possibilities I realised I had painted on the wrong side of the paper. I was, however, too lazy to begin again the aquarelle on the other side so continued as it was.

 

The result is a very dry looking composition of flower. I hope you will not be too harsh in your judgement.

 

Meanwhile I also decided to take back sketching as a hobby and have produced this sketch. I find its not so bad considering I am self taught and this is done after several years of not drawing anything. I hope you like it.

 

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Poem of the atoms – Armand Amar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si6rLeYU5BQ

Sui Generis

Sui Generis

13 June 2017

george-redhawk-13 on bored panda

 

Vibrating

Atoms of the wild

They bestow

Growth in child

The flowers a shade incline

Invite to divine

 

Brittle spine

Makes with the alters

Shift a node

In the road

The shimmer recalls Elders

Walking in moonshine

 

Talking birds

Peep on window sill

The waters

Purified

Breathless tumble from the hill

Sui Generis

 

Reading of the poem: 

George redhawk on gfycat com in the wings

Images courtesy George Redhawk

Voice of the Heart – La Musica De Los Dioses

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nP6sg78eVc

Weaving compassion

Weaving compassion

2 June 2017

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Flowers bloom

Piercing days of gloom

Daffodils

Run through hills

The sun lights daily passion

Weaving compassion

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Art Kaleidoscope

Breath of Ma – Shaman’s Dream

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNquuJhvv7Q

Swallowing the stars

Swallowing the stars

16 May 2017

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The perched birds

Chirp to wilderness

Expanding

Contracting

Bridges cross nearing the ring

Dilation in fork

 

Burst the cork

Bottled amnesia

Opens wide

Onward ride

Memories whispering bees

My token honey

 

World aflame

The light none will tame

Conquered hours

Blooming flowers

The Heart in mind bending bars

Swallowing the stars

 

Reading of the poem:  

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Courtesy BBC Earth

 

Pure of Heart – Bvdub

All These Moments Are Blue Type – Bvdub

So far from Home – Bvdub

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygxFeMxf9-0

The multi-petal Lotus

The multi-petal Lotus

6 April 2017

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Whirling void

The mind to avoid

In heart cries

The bee flies

Towards destiny that lies

Beyond strange borders

 

New orders

Rearranging Time

Within rhyme

Wiping grime

Recreating the seasons

The need for reasons

 

Mapping stars

Compounding the flowers

Winding clocks

Hanging stocks

Christmas early in heart talks

The multi-petal Lotus

 

Reading of the poem: 

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A Map Of Your Secret World – Kaipa/Sattyg

Without Time Beyond Time – Kaipa/Sattyg

In the Heart of Her Own Magic Field – Kaipa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEun7Pmx67Q

Random walk

Random walk

25 March 2017

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Courtesy David Galstyan on pinterest.com

 

Single tone

The ring of your voice

In my head

Like undead

Flowers gardeners behead

Regain new stem life

 

Undone strife

Unsheathed once the knife

Safely tucked

As they clucked

Disapproval a constant

Dissonant assent

 

Once buried

Hare and mice scurried

To the fence

For tuppence

The show a manner of calls

That dead man recalls

 

Sing the night

Through the larky day

They saw hay

We saw green

The hue somewhere in between

Our truths and their lies

 

The baby cries

When the milk turns sour

Jaded hour

Wane power

Cities where eyes look lower

Thank meekest sunsets

 

Waste regrets

On the living mouths

Double talk

Random walk

On brink of togetherness

Living in caress

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy f-dog.net

Take me somewhere nice – Mogwai

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luM6oeCM7Yw

The Devil’s Wife 4: Threads of sunshine

The Devil’s Wife 4: Threads of sunshine

12 March 2017

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She looked out of the window and saw a gloomy sky filled with clouds from where the rain was falling on the flowers in the garden . It was such a rare sight that she took the time to watch as the drops fell first softly on the petals and then more heavily slowly filling up the pots where the flowers were arranged neatly at the edge of the lawn. She could almost sense the soil getting engorged with the pouring rain.

 

She fought back the urge to run out into the garden and dance in the rain like she had done a couple of weeks before and instead slowly lowered the curtains cutting off her view. She had sensed his presence behind her and it seemed he wanted to talk to her now while it had been a few weeks that he had remained silent. She turned towards him and asked if he wanted her to be seated and he answered that he did not mind either way. It irritated her that he seemingly gave her the choice while she felt that lately it was he who was making all the decisions. She glanced at her toes stubbornly, taking her time to respond. He laughed gently mocking her and calling her a spoilt brat. She sighed and finally chose to sit seemingly opposite him

 

She glanced at the watch and noted that like every time he came the clock digits added up to one of the numbers between 6, 8 and 10 or were a repetition of the same number. Right now, the clock was indicating 3:33. It does not mean anything, he said. That too irritated her, as she clucked internally against his propensity to predict her reactions and comment upon what she was thinking. I can do more, he said. Like what, she answered defiantly knowing very well what he meant. You know what, he said still smiling, his face immense behind her eyelids as she insistently closed them to avoid looking at where he was standing. She mentally dared him to and he made her lift an arm first sideways and then up as if she were waving to someone. I could be doing that on my own and not you controlling my limbs, she voiced sullenly and he made her tilt abruptly her head to one side and then to the other repeatedly. Really, he said mockingly again though his touch on her back was tender. What about frontwards she said and he refused saying her shoulders were too knotted and he would hurt her if he were to do that. Then again that might just convince you to stop daring me he said as he gently massaged the base of her neck and shoulders easing the strain at the back of her neck.

 

All of a sudden, he ceased his massage and abruptly made her head tilt forward and sway to the right with her left hand lifting high above her head and madly moving from one side to the other. She felt no pain but was irritated again at how easy it was for him to do that without even touching her. He laughed again and her irritation disappeared as his handsome smiling face loomed in front of her closed eyelids. She turned around and kissed him and once again was amazed at how that simple gesture could totally stop anything else he was making her do and be filled with the desire to please her. He kissed her back, lips softening against hers and letting go of her hands and head which stopped their swaying movements.

 

Where have you been these past weeks she reproached and he grinned his childish devilish grin that always made her catch her breath. I have been right here with you he said but you were distraught, not paying attention to me so I let you have some alone time. I don’t want alone time she voiced against his lips her eyes wide open now. Really, he chuckled making her right arm lift again and wave madly. Jabberwocky he said laughing and she could not resist laughing too. You’re such a devil she said, still smiling and he let go of her making his way towards the curtains which he raised slowly. The rain had stopped and threads of sunshine invaded the room as the curtains slowly lifted. I like to watch you in the light these days he said his shimmering figure set against the backdrop of a beautiful rainbow as the sun literally clung to him…

 

The Devil’s tears – Angus & Julia Stone

All of Me – Angus & Julia Stone

For You – Angus & Julia Stone

 

 

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

20 August 2016

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Courtesy aniamitura-d6jd03x on deviantart.com

 

Now gone the attorney good riddance to all thrall

The chambers are stagnant the judges are silent

Corruption is rampant justice absence strident

Tongues of poets ferny with a lisp to enthrall

 

When stretched on a gurney with no love to recall

The moments then vacant no solace can present

Like death of a vagrant with no soul to lament

The end of the journey as the wild creatures call

 

New Times will come starker Mark my voice come hither

The sun hides in sorrow forgotten shadows’ child

The prairies are darker when the flowers wither

 

The hare leaves its burrow by the stillness beguiled

The venom’s the marker as the charmers slither

The children of morrow they will run in the wild

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Pa Bailar (Bailarin en el Tren) – Bajofondo

Zitarrosa – Bajofondo

Infiltrado – Bajofondo

 

Magnets of compass

Magnets of compass

11 August 2016

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I’ll see you

When summer will end

In landscapes

Of the fall

Into the river that shapes

Rooted trees grow tall

 

Blow the horn

Water lonely graves

Pick flowers

From the sands

Rose and crystal grow in lands

Of heavenly stance

 

Seize the chance

The shadows advise

The sun wise

Chooses soul

Relentless of free will’s pole

Magnets of compass

 

Reading of the poem: 

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See You Again – Mychael Danna

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCDCFS-gdMs

Intrépide damoiseau à la poitrine imberbe / Intrepid young squire with a clean-shaven chest

Intrépide damoiseau à la poitrine imberbe

(Poème écrit sous forme de Sonnet Occitan et Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

6 juillet 2016

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Courtesy David Galstyan on pinterest.com

 

Ils parlent de justiciers de forces vives suintées

Par les pores de douleur pour une mort prérequise

Comme les glas par milliers de cloches noircies tintées

Font vibrer la noirceur enterrée en l’église

 

Pour les cœurs épurer de vieilles rancœurs teintées

Raconte-moi malheur rajustant l’entremise

De ces heures à sonner réunions éreintées

Enfouie dans la pâleur de ces choix de vie grises

 

J’aurais d’un entretemps fait feu vif de tout bois

Elagué les copeaux comme menues brindilles d’herbe

Réflexions pour longtemps font mémoire bon aloi

 

Comme le cours des ruisseaux délave de fleurs la gerbe

Ainsi venu printemps fait briller l’effort croît

Intrépide damoiseau à la poitrine imberbe

 

Lecture du poème: 

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Courtesy David Galstyan on pinterest.com

 

Intrepid young squire with a clean-shaven chest

(Translation of a poem written in Alexandrin and Occitan Sonnet form. Original above or here)

6 July 2016

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Courtesy David Galstyan on artperson.org

They talk about vigilante of bright strength oozed

Through pores filled with pain for a prerequisite death

Like thousands of knells from black tinted bells chiming

Make vibrate the darkness lying buried in church

 

To purify hearts of old resentments tainted

Tell me misfortune adjusting intervention

Of those hours that are ringing tired reunions

Buried in pallor of those choices of gray lives

 

I could have from passing made bright fire from all wood

Then pruned the shavings like some slender blades of grass

Thoughts that are churned well make good quality memories

 

As the course of streams washes out the sheaf of flowers

So when it comes does spring shine all efforts and grow

Intrepid young squire with a clean-shaven chest

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy David Galstyan on pinterest.com

 

Jealous of the rain – Michael Nyman

Diary of Hate – Michael Nyman

Memorial – Michael Nyman

A la folie – Michael Nyman