Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Sunday, September 27, 2009

A walk by Rainer Maria Rilke

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave...

but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Translated by Robert Bly

Rainer Maria Rilke

(1875 - 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic)

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Autumn Inspiration

Thinking of You by Joseph Mayo Wristen

a leaf falling in the air

from the time it leaves
the branch of the tree
to the time it touches
the ground
I will
have thought of you
my love,
a thousand times

my hand resting
against jagged rock
our life nettled

above velvet clouds
shadow of softness
your mind touching
earth's diverse reflection

words of love
your image
inherited in my soul
unity of our

two hearts beating
hoping you can feel
the unalloyed love
I possess for you

from the time it leaves
the branch of the tree
to the time it touches
the ground I will
have thought of you
my love,
a thousand times

a leaf falling in the air

Friday, September 18, 2009


She was looking forward to this day for a long time and she felt completely ready. She found an attic that she will rent and move out to. She went to hairdresser and had her fist perm done. All the plush toys (except a little monkey and a pink elephant) she gave to her nine year old neighbour Sashka. Mom and dad were content that she was admitted to the University to study medicine and they were approving all the other changes in her life easily. The mirror was also approving her new image, with light, everyday makeup.There was only one thing remaining, something that will mark the point of no return to her childhood.She was a bit surprised how confident she felt. Even if there would be a fear poking its head, she would step on it mercilessly.The culmination was waiting for her and she didn't have time for doubts. For her 18th birthday she gave herself the gift: a boyfriend who loves Jazz.
JazzMan Pictures, Images and Photos

published in www.priče.co.yu
Zbornik kratkih priča
Dugo je iscekivala taj dan i bila je potpuno spremna. Pronasla je potkrovlje u koje ce se preseliti. Stavila je svoj prvi mini-val. Sve plisane igracke ( sem malog majmuna i roze slonica) poklonila je devetogodisnjoj komsinici Saski. Mama i tata su bili zadovoljni sto je upisala medicinski fakultet i sa odobravanjem su pratili i sve ostale promene. I ogledalo je odobravalo neupadljivo ali svakodnevno sminkanje. Ostala je jos samo jedna stvar, nesto sto ce zaista oznaciti nepovratnost u detinjstvo. Bila je zacudjena kako se ni tu nije mnogo kolebala. Ako bi negde i izronio strah, nemilosrdno ga je gazila. Vrhunac je cekao na nju i nije imala vremena za sumnju. Za svoj osamnaesti rodjendan poklonila je sebi mladica koji je voleo jazz.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Dear friends,

I wanted to invite you to visit new blogs that I am proud to be part of:
Migue (http://miguel-a-c.blogspot.com)

I think working with other people always brings new spin to the creativity and as the upper image shows collaboration is a win-win combination in life:)

You are also invited to join Continuum Art, as a contributor. There we'll pass the ideas one to another, creating continuus thread through writing, paintings, photography, music...
Thank you for your wonderful support and visiting. I have added the contact button beside the profile picture so feel free to get in touch.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Our inner universe by Colleen Anne Carroll

Our inner universe

You can stare forever at the diamond black sky,
You can think you know everything there is to know,
And then there is more,
The greatest universe to conquer,
Is not in the blue glowing heavens,
That spills over into golden lights,
That shine beyond time,
Then they drift farther away,
And the universe expands,
The greatest universe to conquer,
Is in our own minds,
Thought are tools that kill and heal,
If we reach deep within ourselves,
We will see that the meaning of life,
Is trying to find meaning in life,
Dreams are ships that take us where we need to go,
As they sail the waters of Our Inner Universe.

Colleen Anne Carroll

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Why is the airplane erasing the sky?

"Why is the airplane erasing the sky?" she said. I had no idea what is she talking about. It took me a little while to get in synch with her thoughts. My thoughts were busy knocking on the doors of possible tomorrows, looping through never-ending list of things that are waiting to be done during the day. Her question made me aware. Aware of her little hand, of her great wisdom, of beautiful possibilities that are here and now... if we look carefully. "What do you mean, airplane is erasing the sky?" I asked her. I felt like talking to the Little Prince, feeling a bit ashamed being in the role of an adult who doesn't get it! "Look." She answered simply. Yes, that's all it takes. Just look. It clicked in my mind.
A blue, bright blue sky has been clearly erased by the airplane, leaving behind the white trace, as if all we can see now is the paper on which the drawing has been made. I felt suddenly so much joy.
As if: her question erased that boring never-ending task list;
As if: all the doors of tomorrows are now wide open for us, if we decide to go through them;
As if: nothing else really matters but to look at this drawing around us from different perspectives and hold hands.
Once again I have realized that I need so much to learn from my child. I just simply forgot to look.
Many years later I met somebody who is an adult but never forgot to look. She became my friend instantly, my inspiration and support. I never met anybody who can look and see so much, who gives so generously and makes everything more interesting.This is her painting of the airplane erasing the sky and her imaginative vision.
This is a true story.

My thoughts while making the drawing:
So, when i was thinking about the image Vesna had given me of erasing the sky, I thought I would make it so that he was clearing space for a new "world." When I was thinking about two worlds, or being able to see into more than one world, I thought about Ghede, a voodoo loa. He is usually shown with a top hat, and sunglasses with one eyeglass cut out--this shows that he can see into two worlds, the "outside," and "the world beyond" (or inside...). He acts as psychopomp, moving the dead to their realm (and he's called on to communicate with them), but also he's a great healer, a trickster, and, especially a protector of children and pregnant women. So he is there at the very beginning of this life, and also at the end, when you travel to a different life. Maybe he's there when your soul enters a new form, I'm not sure--but that would fit with the theme here :)Because St. Gerard Majella is a saint famous for protecting children and pregnant women, and because he is usually shown in icons with a skull (although i don't know why), he was syncretized with Ghede. Also, he is known for the gift of prophesy and the gift of bilocation, making him a great match for Ghede. So, my main themes were: being able to see into more than one world at once (knowing many things as a result) and protecting/ nurturing children. I made it sort of circular by having the birds (sky creatures) come out from the "edge" of the central world, out of a blank space, as if the different worlds maybe circled into one another (also, note that the stairs keep going down behind them, they circle both up and down). I was thinking that the two girls were the same girl, at different points in their lives, but it doesn't have to be that way. The plane is also a kite, completely under the control of the long, stretched-out arm of God (who can touch the ground and the sky at the same time), who is seen here visiting us and entertaining the child in the form of Ghede or St. Gerard.