For anyone who has made friends with art, everything is hyperbolic. The way we look at the insignificant things unfolding in our lives, the idealism we engulf in often, the need to take trivial matters, ideas or thoughts and expand them in our minds, twirl and stretch them, and look at everything from countless perspectives. … Continue reading Art and Love
Yesterday, I dipped my finger in the moonlight and painted my name on the sky of your soul.Your trees sprang to life under its glow and I could feel you smiling quietly behind the closed curtains of your eyes. My name bears the history of my disappointments and joys, the seemingly endless roads toward myself … Continue reading Moonlight
If nothing else, I am, at least, an ardent sunsets collector. Wherever I may find myself, the spectacle of colors, always makes me feel at home. I would stop my drive in the middle of nowhere, take the thousand-mile journey, and climb peaks, only to witness an ephemeral beauty. From Asian sunsets to African ones, … Continue reading Sunsets Chaser
Just like most of my drawings, some things are never finished and they will never be. They started as blurred lines, thrown here and there, with wrong proportions, questionable color blends, and no direction. But the strokes are bold, unapologetic and they come out naturally as if they have a life of their own or … Continue reading Evening thoughts
The great thing about a quick sketch is that you can say what's in your mind without actually saying it.
The Right Question
The other day, I came across a very old interview with Michael Jackson hosted by Oprah. It's not the first time I watch it but it does not cease to surprise me.While I can't say that I would EVER choose MJ over my most beloved and ardently followed Freddie Mercury, he remains the favorite of … Continue reading The Right Question
8th of March, a quote from a book I fell in love with when I was 20 and a picture taken on a blissful summer day, at that same age. Happy Women's Day! "To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was … Continue reading March 8
Some "farewells" never leave our chests or lips. Because they have no place to go; there is nothing to bid farewell to. Except for a wildly unrestrained imagination and misconstruction. Farewell to nothing.
Always For The First Time
Always for the first timeHardly do I know you by sightYou return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my windowA wholly imaginary houseIt is there that from one second to the nextIn the inviolate darknessI anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurringThe one and only riftIn the facade … Continue reading Always For The First Time
For those who have been on a spiritual path, the "Dark night of the Soul" is a term that they might not only be familiar with but also an experience that has defined the rest of their lives and the way they relate to the world and themselves. The most challenging and demanding energetically, emotionally, … Continue reading Purging