Serenity. Mother/newborn II

This new mother/newborn is based on impressionism.
Here I wanted to keep intact the soft and tender atmosphere between mother and newborn
without going too much in to details.
Let me know what you think about it.

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Evolution’s trek (painting finally finished!)

Evolution trek in the making
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This painting was started in 2012 which I am relieved to say I have finished! I am very proud of it for the very reason that it was my work and idea from scratch.

The screws are life’s question marks, we are full of them… we are born with two principal ones. Will I get enough food and will I get enough sleep and as we go further we accumulate the questioning (which along the way gets smaller because answered through searching in life’s trek, the smaller ones get sometimes linked or shaped in hearts) it eventually gets fewer, sparser, lighter which is why I put in round natural stones representing bubbles… the airiness, the wellbeing one experiences with aging and serenity.
At the extreme corner there are no more questions, no bubbles (bubbles are to underline the contrast, the presence of… the other extreme) I wanted the purity of the white canvas to speak for a million words and represent the plenitude one feels with maturity and age.
The splashes of satin paint are faithful to Jackson Pollock’s methods which I’m very much pulled toward and represents the life force and energy.
I am including photos of the work process until its final stage.

Wishing you a lovely week 🙂

The sketch
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The work
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The material
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Evolution’s trek finished!
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Painting finished different angle
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Enjoy!

Autumn sunshine

Autumn sunshine Nov.2013
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A.S close up Nov. 2013
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This blogger http://oilpastelsbymary.com/ does the most amazing drawing in oil pastels and inspired me so much that I went out to buy myself (I was lucky to find them on sale!) Sennelier oil pastels in the basic colors to try out the novelty of texture & technique required. This is the results of having a load of fun with my imagination 🙂

I had no idea which brand to choose but only asked for one that would be easier to mix & work with. I got really lucky because I found out later that a lot of artist prefer working with it.

My muse, that sweet delicious thing! 18th of March, 2013

my muse
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My muse, that sweet delicious thing!
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I see candles dancing in the night
Floating to where there is delight
Glowing where there is no light
Where the stars shine so bright

Erasing, preventing our future mistakes
Pointing our fingers to our fate
Burning our minds to what is at stake
Chanting the old refrain of our faith

I see the love you spread as a blanket
The winds ululate through the chimneys
Hear the clamor of those you befret
The million particles you give entry

From dust to mountains, bright or dark
You inhale and exhale that spark
Pick up and shape the trodden
Mold or hibernate the fallen

You are the reason, the candle I see
The laughter bubbling in me
The slight tremor in my voice
The stars, the filler of my void

If you found the creation of these words
Understand, you and I merge
In the winds, the clamor, the particles…
The love that seeps through our tentacles

I have tried so desperately to explain
What is so simple, easy to claim
You are the echo of my emotions
The words and songs I had long forgotten

You are mine when you, decide
The place, the hour, entry and time
You holler into my sleep
Shake me, wake me out of the deep

You are my muse, inspiration
All in the right tradition
Never believed you existed until…
You appeared and popped out of the till

And now, when you go visit another’s imagination
I hail and shake your way back to my salvation
But you belong when I set you free
Let you roam the streets of destiny

Then, drop as a miracle unto my page
Filling the lines at the speed of lightening
Forgiving my jealousy or my rage
Caressing the story with drops of spring

My muse, my inspiration, that delicious thing!

But the clock goes on ticking
The time of reason
Showing mansuetude (1)
To the frames
Of consistency
The fringes of life
Burning the desire
Of the days filled
By your hors d’oeuvres
Awaiting the birth
Of your reality

Stop, quiet! I need some sleep
No, do not go… just lie in wait then take a peek
Whisper sweet little nothings to my muse
The one you allow ideas to fuse

Blow in her ear the feathers
Of where it begins
Keep her, alive and kicking,

That sweet delicious thing!

(1)man·sue·tude (mnsw-td, -tyd)
n.
Gentleness of manner; mildness.
[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin mnsutd, from mnsutus, past participle of mnsuscere, to tame : manus, hand; see man-2 in Indo-European roots + suscere, to accustom; see s(w)e- in Indo-European roots.]

The deep blue- English prose and acrylic painting “Le grand bleu”-February 2013

Le grand bleu Dec.2012
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The French title of my recent painting was inspired by a film I had seen quite a while back called Le grand bleu” which, if I find on you tube will only be able to be posted if it has English subtitles. It was very popular at the time. The only thing I would have changed, is its ending which is quite tragic. It is very poetic, artistic and mostly directed to lovers of nature.
This prose is a tribute to the ocean.

The deep blue
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I see you
Crash in foam
Die on shores
Dissipate, vanish

To the deep blue
Abyss where lies
The mysteries of
Ancient history

Bury in the
Protective embrace
Of natures singularities
Whisper to its constancy

Roam through its jewels
Confer with the council
Breathe nimbus of glory
Oxygenate your inhabitation.

I look for boundaries
There are none…
Search for strain
Vanity or fame

But all I see is you
Crash on the shores
Scatter and evanesce

Embrace the deep blue.

Words- 1995 adjusted on January 2013

Stacked books vendor Venice
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stacked books closer view
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The clarity of the second photo is not that good as it was taken in a passing by second.

Words
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Poems
Essays
Relieves
Retrieves

Words
More words
Always
Words
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Evade
Escape
Barely
Words

The reality
Of the mind.
Skip over
Routine,

Constraint.
Simply
BE- Have
A future
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An island
Where danger
Has no authority
Health a guaranty

Where company
Suffices
Linked
To nothing

Married
To nature
Time of
No language

Peace
And felicity
Rules
Flows

Serenely
Going forth
With
Plenitude.

Ripe and
Mature
As a fruit
Grown old

Wrinkled
And wise.
Traces of a
Chosen and

Merited life
At peace
With oneself
Infinitely.

Words
Always Words…
To anticipate
Establish

My life
Yours
Create
Our wishes.

Unicorns 2012

Unicorns 2012
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Some paintings, just makes you want to follow the lines and go with the rules, others, like this one, made me want to do
something totally different and unusual.
What do you think of it?

Granola bar recipe update for the Gluten sensitive

A friend asked me, if I could adapt this recipe to a Gluten free one. I did some research, ( It might help
all the Gluten sensitive people hence, this Post ) and found out that oats are not counted as
Gluten but, a grain of wheat might slip in so, maybe nature shops are more reliable. (?)
I think every country has its level of reliability which each person has to investigate.

Then I checked if rice is considered Gluten, ( for the rice syrup or malt if you want ) it is not, so those are already two unobjectionable ingredients.

So, the only undesirable ingredient left is the flour that is used as a thickener,
and one could use anything at hand, as rice flour for example… It is easy to just
innovate and improvise in accordance with the components one always has at home.

I hope this is of help to all the people who have this intolerance.

Have a lovely weekend!