Sunday, July 10, 2016

peonies 40x40cm

Written by John Keats

Ode on Melancholy

NO no! go not to Lethe neither twist 
Wolf's-bane tight-rooted for its poisonous wine; 
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kist 
By nightshade ruby grape of Proserpine; 
Make not your rosary of yew-berries 5 
Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be 
Your mournful Psyche nor the downy owl 
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; 
For shade to shade will come too drowsily  
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall 
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud  
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all  
And hides the green hill in an April shroud; 
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose 15 
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave  
Or on the wealth of glob¨¨d peonies; 
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows  
Emprison her soft hand and let her rave  
And feed deep deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty¡ªBeauty that must die; 
And Joy whose hand is ever at his lips 
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh  
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: 
Ay in the very temple of Delight 25 
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine  
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue 
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; 
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might  
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.


Saturday, July 2, 2016

Moby Dick 80x70cm


oil on wood panel

Moby Dick ... He embodies the character of the relentless sea so well described in the verses 10-18 of Lord Byron's "The sea" ...

"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean,—roll!
 Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
 Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control
 Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain
 The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
 A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
 When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
 He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
 Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown."

[Lord Byron]

Thursday, April 28, 2016

hanging from a string 24x30cm

A lemon hanging from a string, like...
sunshine in a bowl, or...
in a cup!(?)
... but would you drink the sunshine or would it be too strong? ... would it even taste good?
Sunshine in a cup, like...
a lemon hanging from a string...
let it shine through and enlighten us...
let the forms flow and the feelings materialize...
If light & bright is... a lemon...
what would the materialization of love look like?
A juicy... red apple maybe?
And what about dark... ?
could it materialize into a ... rock, ... one easy to be thrown far away?
... and on this string (with or without the lemon) of thought...
is size and shape limiting, or does it bring everything closer?
Is it better to just feel the light, the love...
or to actually be able to drink a sip from it, to take a bite and chew on it, content...
Of course the dreams we have they are of the fabric woven by light and shadow, but...
some of us need them to materialize...
and even into a fruit... is ok...


Friday, April 8, 2016

strawberries 20x10cm

This small canvas is a "hello" to spring! Strawberries are everywhere and I just had to paint some!... [A.R.S.]

Thursday, March 31, 2016

from the endless sky 90x60cm

  Golden is the color of my bright shining love fueling the red colors of my passion. I can fly into the endless sky yet choose your medium to roam in, in order to bring through gold and red the black and white of life into life worth living... I can fly but it is a burden to be unlike you... as you are the divine goal of the adition of my dreams. Love is as always the sweetest cut of any that make you bleed.


Monday, January 25, 2016

My interview with Yohanna

My interview with my Yohanna Sof (! Thank you my Dear Yohanna!!!

Had fun drinking coffee!!!

Sunday, October 4, 2015

beeee 40x40cm

Bees are irrational creatures… they have too big a body for the size of their wings or too little wings for the size of their body… anyway it is irrational (fact or no fact) that they actually can fly and to add to that from their flying is the procreation of the flora almost absolutely dependant!!!!
So rationality has obviously nothing to do with it… especially if you do not give a tiny rats ass about what is considered to be rational (as Bees do). Dream away and work at it, never give it a thought whether it has been done before and whether it is rational or not; just do what you believe needs to be done!! Watch out though… the bee did not pray for bigger wings while sitting on its ass waiting for it to happen; it just flew its round tush to the sky!!
It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul." (W. E. Henley)


Monday, August 31, 2015

autumn nostalgia 40x40cm

Nostalgia is a sentimentality for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. The word nostalgia is a learned formation of a Greek compound, consisting of νόστος (nóstos), meaning "homecoming", a Homeric word, and ἄλγος (álgos), meaning "pain, ache", and was coined by a 17th-century medical student to describe the anxieties displayed by Swiss mercenaries fighting away from home. Described as a medical condition—a form of melancholy—in the Early Modern period, it became an important trope in Romanticism.

Nostalgia can refer to a general interest in the past, their personalities and events, especially the "good old days" from one's earlier life.

The scientific literature on nostalgia usually refers to nostalgia regarding the personal life and has mainly studied the effects of nostalgia induced during the studies. Smell and touch are strong evokers of nostalgia due to the processing of these stimuli first passing through the amygdala, the emotional seat of the brain. These recollections of our past are usually important events, people we care about, and places where we have spent time. Music and weather can also be strong triggers of nostalgia.


Thursday, August 20, 2015

at the Gallery 30x24cm

The treasures of an endless ocean lie behind some of the paintings (soul-windows) exhibited in Galleries. Those windows are not for everybody to open nor are they for everybody to cherish; yet they are there for everybody to try. I can never forget the feeling I got the first time I stood in front of such a painting which was talking to me; my own soul. It actually felt like a rabbit-hole through which, like Alice, I travelled to places that I did not know that they existed, even in my imagination. After resurfacing I was never the same...


Thursday, August 6, 2015

Midnight's silence 60x80cm

The Raven 

Deep into that darkness peering,

long I stood there, wondering,

fearing, doubting, 

dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

[Edgar Allan Poe]