I remember my 11th birthday.Or at least, slices of it.Surely, my mind deformed the images, delivering now some altered, blurred moments. However, some emotions are bound to stay with me, and carry themselves around as a secret identity that I only make available to myself. I was skinny and deeply tanned. Summer break, which always … Continue reading Cheers to Life, to Love, to Joy !
Author: Isabela
Life is Now
Yesterday, while I was ruminating on the real value of wealth, my mind introduced me to scenes of my childhood. Glimpses of a life where I was constantly overflowing with joy and prosperity. And mind you, as a child born immediately after the communism fall, I had a very late exposure to the colorful wraps … Continue reading Life is Now
Falling again for Fall
Fall uncovers something inside me that I can never truly put into words or explain to others.There is a nostalgia which enfolds me like a mist, a cooling but reviving experience. Throughout my younger years, this season ment leaving my grandparents house and heading to the town for the first school semester. After a summer … Continue reading Falling again for Fall
How to release old pain
"If you could say it in words, there would be no reasons to paint. " - Edward Hopper One thing which I've noticed during some painting sessions, is the avalanche of thoughts. Good ones too but most of them are deeply disturbing. Memories, conversations, life circumstances that have affected me more or less. They resurface … Continue reading How to release old pain
The land of the Mirabelle trees
There is a romance I have always found in my old, romanian village. A raw, sunburned beauty, with a ragged dress, stepping barefoot along with the polished shoes who visit her from the city.This girl that never wanted to grow up but stayed wild and free of any sign of progress.Bathing herself in wine and … Continue reading The land of the Mirabelle trees
About All Sorts of Love
The world ends, numerous times, for each of us. It crashes and sinks under waves of agony. At the bottom, in a dense, ocean-like darkness, it catches glimpses of what would mean a new breath. And that alone is enough for a new beginning. The beauty of it all is the strong contrast. The paradox. … Continue reading About All Sorts of Love
Nothing
I am nothing, indeed. In front of the mountains and in front of the oceans that I've seen, I am nothing. The immensity of my soul, however, can conquer in some of the days, the depths of the skies and water. But I am nothing, really, because I can not put into words, just how … Continue reading Nothing
Spring Delights
There is a particular way in which life and thoughts unfold when you are in the presence of nature. Everything seems to come together in a solemn stillness.It only asks for a meditative mind and free of any sort of judgement.Cascading thoughts would only interrupt the natural flow of the small but significant events that … Continue reading Spring Delights
Return to Paradise
There is a new dimension I fall into whenever I return home.Its almost as if I go through a portal where not only I find remnants of the days, but also the inspiration to paint a colorful future. I blend into the shades of the sky and the forest and I feel almost as a … Continue reading Return to Paradise
What we do not have
The acknowledgement that childhood is the best season of life …while being a child. Enough time to live after becoming aware of a forthcoming death. Good enough apologies for the one who has already decided to be unforgiving. The opportunity to know his grandparents while they were young. Evidence of life after death. Health to … Continue reading What we do not have
The Wondermind 