Turbulences soon coming up in bigger version… & opening of new online shop at Saatchi Art

Proudly presenting…
Turbulences. 30/30cm 3.1/2 cm deep.
Forces of nature always fascinated me, tornadoes are one of them.
A demonstration of raw power par excellence.
Having said that I’d rather stick to my canvas than approaching one of them.

Please scroll down for close ups…
Notice the movement & metallic colors used to convey the electrifying energy emanating from
a stormy atmosphere.
Extra strong gel medium was used to produce the relief.

Having had a good feedback on this small version, my next project will be a much bigger one…

Thank you all so much for your continual support.
Your visits, likes & comments are most valuable to me!

I want to take this opportunity to announce the opening of my new online shop on Saatchi Art (I encountered too many technical difficulties on Etsy when they lately changed their rules)
Will keep you updated as soon as I have the time to feed my account with photos of my painting collections.

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Fireworks continuation…

Fireworks

Leonardo da Vinci said…
“Art is never finished only abandoned” so in all good tradition this is the continuation & close ups of… Fireworks.
Notice the constellations, the stars in the dark night’s background…
Up for sale. Linen canvas 100/120 cm.
This painting is kind of magical, it reflects the continual changes of daylight…
For orders please contact life_paintings@hotmail.com

Fireworks

Fireworks

Fireworks

Fireworks

Fireworks

Proud & tenacious Eglantier

Eglantier
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Tall proud and tenacious against a sky
Defining its contour and vividness
Is the Eglantier in all graciousness

The slip

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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Retribution to veterans of cozenage 2.12.2007 Adjusted on the 27.5.2013

the light of the ones aglow
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Retribution to veterans of cozenage
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Thoughts buzzing
An incessant leitmotif.
Deceptions at the Aube (1)
Mordacity and broken dreams…

Mirth so short in the natural
Course of life…so long
When sowed with pitfalls…
A cordial façade turns to

Perfidiousness in the
Nanosecond letting go
Of principium such,
An animal with prey.

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Faith in your light draws
The ones aglow, rich and
Vivid with strength, simply
Being, living what is.

Acknowledging, welcoming
Its perpetual rebirth, being
Accountable for the twig
And flower, the sun and

Rain, night and day, for
It is through you all exists,
For you…
Take away its inhabitants

And you have stolen purpose.
Entanglements… justification
For capitulating? They have
Given birth to your backbone,

Durability, the best input for
Veteran victims of cozenage (2)
For those who transmute
Adversity to victory, calamity

To boon, those who bring
Music and penetrate the
Far ends…Our marrow.
Who ream what would (3)

Have stayed comatose
Had they not come
On our path, forced
Radiancy in the

Dimness of humdrum…
Of the wonted. Those
Who have stopped the
Incessant leitmotif.

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Aube (1)
A river of northeast France flowing about 225 km (140 mi) to the Seine River north-northwest of Troyes

Cozenage (2)
1. To mislead by means of a petty trick or fraud; deceive.
2. To persuade or induce to do something by cajoling or wheedling.
3. To obtain by deceit or persuasion.
v.intr.
To act deceitfully.

[Perhaps from Middle English cosin, fraud, trickery.]

Ream (3)
tr.v. reamed, ream•ing, reams
1. To form, shape, taper, or enlarge (a hole or bore, for example) with or as if with a reamer.
2. To remove (material) by this process.
3. To squeeze the juice out of (fruit) with a reamer.

[Possibly from Middle English remen, to make room, variant of rimen, from Old English r man; see reu – in Indo-European roots.]

Our most prized-May 1995 adjusted on January 2013

distances…

This poem was inspired by the disadvantages of distances separating us from…

Our most prized
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The need, the warmth
Living so far apart
Precious time wasted
Each preoccupied

With their lives
Working day in
Day out, slipping
Into the bed of

A satisfying day
Yet nostalgia
Seeping…
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Stealing eventually
Into a few suitcases
Memories and laughter
Till it bursts so we

Will not go missing…
Wait, count the months,
Days… To cozen distance (1)
Bargain again

And pack a rod
Of love from
Our most prized…

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(1)
coz•en
v. coz•ened, coz•en•ing, coz•ens
v.tr.
1. To mislead by means of a petty trick or fraud; deceive.
2. To persuade or induce to do something by cajoling or wheedling.
3. To obtain by deceit or persuasion.
v.intr.
To act deceitfully.
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[Perhaps from Middle English cosin, fraud, trickery.]

Perfectly imperfect flower!

Beautifully imperfect!
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Perfect imperfect flower
Radiant in uniqueness
Glowing in strength
You are more beautiful
Than all the rows
Of fluffy petals
For you stand out
And catch the eye
Of the passerby.

Name: Spotted Cat’s Ear
(Hypochaeris radicata)

Flower power
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The Lion Ranger (s01e01) Kevin Richardson whole series (S01E02) and (S01E03)

This is a most spectacular three part video series I have ever seen and couldn’t wait to share with all of you.

I find them very relaxing in the sense that it transports the viewer to a totally different world and dimension which is the kingdom of animals in South Africa where Kevin Richardson rules as a master in their language and practically an equal in a lion’s pride.

Take time for a memorable evening with your family, a huge bowl of popcorn and a hot mug of cocoa or herbal tea 🙂
Let me know if it made you want to rush there and witness it with your own eyes!
That’s what it did to me but we’ll leave it in its right context… Of a dream.

Uploaded on Jul 13, 2011
Lions – some of the most dangerous animals known to society. BUT there is one man who is part of their pride. Kevin Richardson, an outdoorsman who lives just 30 miles north of Johannesburg, has an amazing ability to communicate with some of Africas most feared predators. His conservation area is home to lions, hyenas, cheetahs, leopards and panthers. He is able to live with them, sleep curled up with them, swim with lionesses, caress cubs and tussle with males. This exciting and touching series will take viewers on a journey to the stunning African wilderness, giving them an exclusive insight into the life of the real Lion Whisperer.
Category
Pets & Animals
License
Standard YouTube License

The Lion Ranger – Attack Of The Teens (S01E02)

The Lion Ranger – Death In The Kingdom (S01E03)

The reality of who we all are-1989 adjusted 19.4.2013

the runner
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The reality of who we all are
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Weary is the runner
Who tried it all.
Nothing that can wrench
A smile from her heart
Has she found

Look and search some more
To run away from
The confinement of her reign.
Spent to the bone
Society lifting her up to hegemony (1)

Weary is she, the runner
Who is a slave to her name
Starting off out of ardor
Never for the claim.
Loosing amity along the track

Collecting honorariums
Thrown at her as a redress
To satisfy her hunger
For fusion and empathy
What is given to the many

Oh! She does find it…
Between two laps of breath
Falling into the trap of poise
The opulence of comfort
The warmth of Kith & Kin

Only to be snatched back
To the constant drill.
Why me, does she ask
Were my choices a delusion
The erratum of my own doing (2)

Speculating she is the only
Stooge life has nominated
The quarry that has stumbled
On a boulder that was waft
On the path of earth

She vows to sleep on these
Wise discoveries with hope
Next day would bring
More reflection and ease
To the happy runner

She wants so much to embody
Still unaware of the cheers
And encouragement of peers
That have been forged by
That same mass hurled

At what became their biography
The journal of their gumption (3)
The teachings available on
The benches of what is solid
The reality of who we all are…

A runner.
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(1)
he•gem•o•ny
n. pl. he•gem•o•nies
The predominant influence, as of a state, region, or group, over another or others.

(2)
er•ra•tum
n. pl. er•ra•ta
An error in printing or writing, especially such an error noted in a list of corrections and bound into a book.
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[Latin err tum, from neuter past participle of err re, to stray; see ers- in Indo-European roots.]

(3)
gump•tion
n. Informal
1. Boldness of enterprise; initiative or aggressiveness.
2. Guts; spunk.
3. Common sense.

THE CHAMELEON

Mirror, mirror…
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Whichever side
You blend in pride
Nature in wait
Spring at the gate

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Totally blending
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