Hi everyone!
I couldn’t believe five whole years have gone by since I started this blog.
Forgive my absence.
Lately I have been having computer issues and couldn’t keep you updated with my work, the exhibition, my photography…
But I promise to start posting again as soon as it’s all fixed.
Only then will I feel entitled to fully celebrate this milestone 🙂
Best of luck to all my faithful followers and visitors and best wishes for a safe and warm winter!
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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Sane paradise
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It happens, but after a whole year of peaceful food plan it took me by surprise…again.
Life is made of continual adjustments. Visualize a ballet dancer performing on the rooftop of a moving train, will she/he succeed in providing a flawless performance? No. There are bound to be hiccups.
Well, that is just how I felt as I decided to ban fish from my plate. Never used in excess, nevertheless an important protein I was very fond of.
Being a vegan for twenty five years, I have tried in the past to eliminate all “living” foods but could not muster the needed energy to function on a daily basis so, fish became the exception.
Amidst this blissful quietude came the news (see my last post) shaking my now rooted sane habits of a happy normal life, questioning my profound beliefs in substantial foods.
Those are the vibrations I sensed in the soles of my feet, throwing me off balance and bringing skeletons out…the ones so far back in the closet, belonging to a forgotten past, dislocated from a happy present, so strange to my blessed moments, never dreaming it would ever come in to say Hi, how are you, long time no see…
There was no dread, just numbness. I could not recall the despair felt in the past which should have given me the strength to say…Never again! With all the force needed for mettle and slipped for a few days in a stupor classically brought on by overeating.
My answer as always was my pen, the vortex draining my mind from thoughts circumnavigating to no end and leafing through my long forgotten attempts at writing essays on the subject as a jolt to my dazed condition…awakening me to realization.
Through the reading I plunged into a world that did not belong to me anymore, I was scouring through the life of a stranger, the field was so unfamiliar I wondered how my followers took the time to read through the rambling desperation having the kindness to even comment and like .
At the time the confusion, the pain felt very real, the blog becoming my only instrument of relief, allowing me to publish my unpolished thoughts and accept it for what it was, silently begging forgiveness from my readers and gratefully accepting the generosity of their patience.
A place I would rather keep far away and swap for subjects of art close to my heart. Today.
Today
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Summer’s blue
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Blue as the sky
Blue as the sea
Blue as freedom
As summer’s perfection
As the little blue house
writer’s block
The writer
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Indelible hole
Irreplaceable void
Lassitude and
Despair.
Impossible
To share
He monologues
Relentlessly
The same
Refrain
Gripping
This trough
The void
Resented.
He shouts
And screams
Silently.
Appealing
Petitioning
For a truce
Reconciliation
To his page
The ink
Ingested
Words devoured
Ingurgitated
By the secrecy
Taciturnity
Of his folio
Yet faithful
As a blotter
Absorbing
His pain
Tears
Anguish
Inhabiting his
Restlessness.
Wanting
To notice
Dewdrops
Snowflakes
Perfume of
A flower tree.
Rainbows
The miracle
Of crepuscule
Intact
Brightness
Of a first
Layer of snow
Thaumaturgy
Of aurora
Smile of
A passer-by
Simple
And grand
Big and small
Opposite yet
Complementary
The Sui generis
Marvel
Of our planet
For one hour
Or more
To find relief
In his new
Felicity.
His thoughts
Bouncing off
The walls
Hurling this
Delicacy
This tribute
To life.
Back with
Ferocity.
Stunning him
For a fraction
Then taking
His page
Renew
The treatise
In a last attempt
To capture
The truth
Of his life
The one he can
Put on his
Faithful page.
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This blog’s birth date was on the 6th of September 2012, that’s a bit more than four months,
and I realized as I posted a painting today, the round number of 200!!
It feels good to have reached that far and wanted to share it with you all.
I am taking this opportunity to thank you for liking, sometimes helping, commenting…
in short, taking an interest in my works.
There is a whole load of talent out there and I value your professional opinion.
Our hamster’s burial
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It was a crispy, sunny, Sunday afternoon in nineteen ninety three.
Our whole family was united under the same roof of our old car in solemn solidarity, clinging unto a battered shoe box where our hamster lay peacefully among the outdated newspapers we had provided as temporary
comfort.
Not that it made much difference to our poor deceased creature, who surely had already joined his other soul mates in hamster paradise.
But it was more for our solace than his.
We drove endlessly in search of an isolated spot, that would allow us to dig a hole for our albino pet that had taken a special place in our heart.
Living in a busy town did not make things easier. We roamed around aimlessly, trying to detect that precious empty spot.
There! Shouted our oldest, followed by an echo coming from the rest of us, where? Where?!
The answer came swiftly, On your right, can’t you see?
We darted in a single movement, to the right, our eyes lighting up at the prospect of a discovery, and, yes! It was there!…
Was this going to be the final resting place for our pet? We wondered.
We stopped, got out of the car, our children trooping out, straight and sedate as little brave soldiers.
We studied the grounds as experts would, weighing the pros and cons and finally decided against.
We were staring at a manicured lawn. A public one and therefore, liable to a fine. Besides, even without a fine, we would have never had the heart to spoil such a well tended landscape.
So, off we went, in search of wilder pastures.
After a back and forth animated verbal exchange, we deliberated our verdict. We were going out of the city to find a peaceful spot in untouched nature.
Everyone agreed it was the best solution and peace settled among our tribe.
The further we went, the more subdued we all were. We had to face the inevitable.
Tranquility descended upon the small tight space of our vehicle.
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The day had begun to fall. The sun was hiding behind dark heavy clouds and a blanket of mist hovered on top of the fields in a protective embrace.
We stood perfectly still, as if mesmerized.
This was, thee acme.
In a cowardly gesture, I inquired if anyone fancied digging a whole. It must have sounded far too brutal to their young and innocent ears because, my question collided with implacable deafening silence.
So we all went, together into action ( Mainly me! ) implicating ourselves into the mission we had endeavored to do.
It was quickly over and we drove back feeling gratified for having accomplished what we had set our mind and heart to.
How is it possible, I thought, to have gotten so fond of this little creature, when I used to be terrified of any four legged living form?
I ended up being the one helping him in his last gasps of breath…
A person, I mused, is full of surprises.
After a moment, the car slowly filled with the familiar ” music ” of sibling rivalry and I smiled at the pleasant continuation of life’s trivialities.
All was in its right place.
William Shakespeare
Poetry to me is the elegance of a moment transmitted from the mind, to the marvel of entwined
words choreographed by the master, called inspiration.
Poetry is a way to let out all the bottled up emotional energy. It’s grabbing that second, hour,
week or month and signing it up for immortality.
Poetry is throwing out there, a heritage of love for the generations to come. It is pausing in
anticipation of auspicious times.
Poetry is letting the words find their place. It is giving them the opportunity to discover
each other in a sentence, blend or stand out in its sublimity.
Without poetry, we would not know where to put it all. It is a gift ( like many others ) to
treasure and keep alive. It is to be shared, for without giving it over, it dies. It lies in a
dark draw, in wait of the admiring glance. For cognizance in a family gathering or a wider
public.
Its viability depends on it. We don’t do it any favor to keep it possessively from the strangers
eyes.
Poetry is the essence, the core of what makes us free spirits. Deprived of it, we would have
felt as prisoners, hands tied behind our backs.
This is what poetry means to me.
What does poetry do to you?
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