Where to?

"Flyfloat" - 60x40cm, oil on canvas.

I found a beautiful poem here:

http://www.estherkamkar.com/healing-poems_floating-poem_wings-over-water.shtml


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Courage

"Yuki" - a portrait, 40x60cm, oil on canvas.

"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again."

Eric Roth - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

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Is it a bird?

"Paravis" - 60x40cm oil on canvas

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil."

Edgar Allan Poe - Complete Tales & Poems

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Nymphet

"Nymphet" - 60x80cm, oil on canvas.

"The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall,

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--
In folly ripe, in reason rotten."

"The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd" by Sir Walter Raleigh

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Bored Angel Smoking a Cigarette

"Horatiu's Angel" - 60x80 oil on canvas.

"Souvenirs, souvenirs, what do you want of me? Autumn
Invites the thrush to fly through the air lifeless sans tone,
And the sun beats its rays down: relentless monotone
Over the yellowing wood where claps the North wind’s thunder tone.

We were walking all by ourselves as if in a dream,
She and I, haïr and thoughts buffeted by the wind’s non-esteem.
All of a sudden, she turned towards me her looks agleam
« Which was your most beautiful day? » did her lively golden voice beam.

Her voice soft and sonorous, a fresh timbre angelic.
A discreet smile she did redeem as a reaction cyclic,
And her blanched hand I kissed with devoutness.

Oh! the first flowers, how their scent liberates perfumes!
And the first sounds they emit akin to charming murmur
The first « yes » that escapes the lips of virgin dames consumes!"

Nevermore
By Paul Verlaine

Credits: http://m.poemhunter.com/poem/nevermore-translation-of-paul-verlaine-s-sonnet-nevermore/

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Maybe

"Maybe" - oil on canvas, 60x40cm.

Yet once again ye Muses! Once again
Saddle the Hyppogryf !And wing my way
Where regions of romance their charms display.
What lovely dreams entrance th'unfetter'd brain?
Who round my brow the wreath enchanted braids?
Who from my ravish'd eyes dispels the shades
That veil the wonders of the world of old?


From "Oberon" by C. M. Wieland.




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A Portrait

" Lucy " - a portrait, 60x40cm oil on canvas.

See it on Saatchi Art here.

Air and Angel

By John Donne

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is,
Love must not be, but take a body too;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid love ask, and now
That it assume thy body I allow,
And fix itself to thy lip, eye, and brow.

Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught
Every thy hair for love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere.
Then as an angel, face and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere.
Just such disparity
As is 'twixt air and angel's purity,
'Twixt women's love and men's will ever be.



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Continual Crowning Me

"Etiffany" - 80x100cm oil on canvas.

See it on Saatchi Art here.

Part One: Life

LXXXIV

’T IS little I could care for pearls
Who own the ample sea;
Or brooches, when the Emperor
With rubies pelteth me;

Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines;
Or diamonds, when I see
A diadem to fit a dome
Continual crowning me.

By Emily Dikinson


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La Voilette

"La Voilette" - 50x70cm, oil on canvas.

See it on Saatchi Art here.

Best debut poem ever:

"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."

Mary Elizabeth Frye

"Nu plange la mormantul meu,
Nu dorm acolo, nu sunt eu
Ci'n mii de vanturi care bat
Si in sclipiri de nea culcat,
Sunt soarele pe holda'n parg.
Cu ploaia toamnei blande curg.
Cand te trezesti in zori soptiti
Sunt goana'n care va rotiti
In sus, voi stoluri pasaresti.
Licar de stele'n bolti ceresti.
La groapa'mi nu boci'mpietrit,
Nu sunt acolo. Eu nu am murit."

traducere de Iulia Toader.




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50 shades off-white

In work - "Etiffany" 80x100cm, inspired by the white peacocks photos at Garda Lake sent by my friend Beatrice. Isn't her name match to good to be true?

Thx for the inspiration!

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May I?

Oil on canvas, 50x70cm; chartreuse, peach, girl & profiteroles.

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Oerlikon

Light/shade game on a pistachio backround. Melting ice cream or deadly weapon. Terry's comission.

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Pink

"Nergal" - 40x60cm, oil on canvas.


"PINK, small, and punctual.
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss, 5
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee, 10
Nature forswears
Antiquity."

(With the first Arbutus.)

By Emily Dikinson


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Superbia

"Superbia" - ulei pe panza 60x80cm.

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Three Graces

"Body, Mind, Soul - dancing" after Raphael's "Three Graces" , oil on canvas 60x80cm.

"VIII

Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?"

William Butler Yeats - from "The Tower"

Details...



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Transcendence

("Cauda Pavonis" - Oil on canvas, 60x80cm.)

Anonymous poem (before 1665)

These following are to be understood in two ways.

"I Saw a Peacock, with a fiery tail,
I saw a Blazing Comet, drop down hail,
I saw a Cloud, with Ivy circled round,
I saw a sturdy Oak, creep on the ground,
I saw a Pismire, swallow up a Whale,
I saw a raging Sea, brim full of Ale,
I saw a Venice Glass, Sixteen foot deep,
I saw a well, full of mens tears that weep,
I saw their eyes, all in a flame of fire,
I saw a House, as big as the Moon and higher,
I saw the Sun, even in the midst of night,
I saw the man, that saw this wondrous sight."

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Mousseline

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

Pablo Neruda - Sonnet XVII

"Mousseline" - oil on canvas 40x60cm.

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Evanescence

"But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, THAT's the great puzzle!" -Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll




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Early

A bliss moment. An ilogical weave of substance and soul. This is all before any order is settled. This is Early.


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Fortuna

"Fortuna" -oil on canvas 60x80cm - an homage to the goddess of luck and fate, powerful and upset on the world, keeping all the strings of existence in her delicate hands. She has red and rich hair, tangled as the paths of the lives of humans, she is glowing from inside, pulling her strength from the mineral world (the old rusty power generator which I found abandoned in a factory and painted behind her), transforming material energy into magical illuminating waves of thought.

Exhibited at Untitled Artists Fair London 2014 in Chelsea Old Town Hall.

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