inspiration

Sakai Hoitsu, "Autumn flowers and moon"

Theodoros Pantaleon,"Night Queen"

lonely carousel

It's a look this game we play
We can't escape, we have to attend
Its life you see

When I have tried to amuse myself
To celebrate the funfair
The pleasures I seek are far too discreet for me

After I try to discover the answers to why
To look for a meaning
Inside of this dreaming I have

And words that I've said, they spin around
Waltzing alone inside my head
Nothing will change, it's always the same

Please make it stop

And all the time the world unwinds
I can't deny the way I feel
The truth is lost beyond this lonely carousel

And all these words, they mean nothing at all
Just a cruel remedy a strange tragedy
Of what will be

And all the time the world unwinds
I can't deny the way I feel
The truth is lost beyond this carousel


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=On5qmzyVHzA

Andrey Adamchik

"Woman-bird"

 "City by the sea"

 "Haren in de wind"



"The old car" 

"Vrouwboot"

constellation pisces

inspiration

 Elihu Vedder, "The Pleiades"



 Egron Lundgren, "The Fates" (Past, Present and Future)

 Gabriel Cornelius Ritter von Max, "Per Aspera"

Edward Robert Hughes, "Heart of snow"

...

photiana

A friend of mine asked me to take some photos and work them on photoshop. She wants to have one of her portraits printed on canvas. I will be uploading a series of this work here. Any comments or preferences are most welcome.

inspiration

Annie French, "Gathering Flowers" 

 Annie French, "The castle on the hill"

 Arthur Rackham R.W.S., "A fairy sent"

 Carlton Alfred Grant, "The fairy circle"

 A. Duncan Carse, "Exotics at play"

Edmund Dulac, "Beauty discovers a room in the castle

which is full of screaming parrots"



everything just blows me away

"Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."

 Haruki Murakami (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)



Loca

Mis voces son aire vuelan

mis lunas son soles mientes

mis días son tierra pesan

mis ojos son aguafuentes

como me pesan las alas

ganas de besarte aire

mis plumas están cansadas

haz que mi corazón baile

 Soledad en compañía

versos que vuelven besos

cuídenme el alma mía

sin disfrazar los silencios

quiero mi duda infinita

tanto vino tinto y verte

mi dulce es quererte

 

 

loca ,loquita loca

así es mi boca

aunque bese con sus frutas

de palabra se equivoca

 

 

déjame vivir la vida

tierra mar y pinos verdes.

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JT5zmEgIQn4

The Honeybee Manifesto

Take only what you need
Beautiful things take dirty work
There is order in disorder
There are dances (and art) in the day-to-day
You can survive on work and flowers alone

Hurting others only hurts yourself
Likewise hurting yourself only hurts others
Creativity is the key to happiness, and staying alive

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQUNTJob078 

Birthday

“As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.” ~ Steve Maraboli

Evelyn de Morgan, "Clytie"

Inspiration

 Charles Amable Lenoir, "Pandora"

Alexandre Cabanel, "Phèdre" 

J.W.Waterhouse, "Circe offering the cup to Ulysses"



Ditty of First Desire

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

(Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

Soul,
turn orange-colored.
Soul,
turn the color of love.

Federico Garcia Lorca, "Selected Verse"