smooth landing

Hope!

Someone quoted: Hope is the worst of evils for it prolongs the torment of man. 

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Poses - daily

- These are now my drawings from my first drawing section last week. The model changes poses every 20 min.  and you have to be really fast. ( The stick and the dead rat are imaginary, I alway save time for my imagination  ;)  )

- I saw "The house is black" yesterday and I am in such a Forough mood ;) since then. The poetry doesn't leave me.  (Forough was an Iranian poet). This is my favorite these days from Green Mirage:

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The whole day I stared into the eyes of my life.

Those nervous, fearful eyes,

were running from my sight.

Like helpless thieves they hid

in dark,  masking  holes.

 

Where was The Peak?

When was The Rise?

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If I put a flower on my hair,

wouldn’t it be better than this fake,

this paper-made crown,

stinking on my head?

 

 

I don’t know

how the ghost of desert possessed me

and the marvel of moon moved me away

from the faith of flock.

And how the empty hole in my heart grew

and infected the whole heart.

 

I don’t know

how I could stand and see that the earth,

was falling down under my feet.

 

And how I could see that heat of my mate

did not reach the vain hope of my core.

 

Where was The Peak?

When was The Rise?

 

Shelter me confused lights!

Shelter me, bright hesitant homes!

I see your rinsed cloths in the basin of scented steams

are swinging on your roofs.

 

Shelter me perfect, simple women!

I see your fingers tracking fantastic course of an unborn child 

beyond the thickness of your eroded skins,

and the tears of your robes spread in the air

generous perfume of fresh milk.

 

Where was The Peak?

When was The Rise?

 

Oh, shelter me, shelter me,

Shelter me fired stoves, lucky heels!

Shelter me singing plates in  the sticky dimness of sink!

Shelter me blue melody of sewing machines!

Oh, Shelter me, in the daily quarrel of rugs and brooms…

 

Shelter me greedy loves!

I see that sad survival sense

is staining your conquest beds

by elixir flood and blood.

 

The whole day,

like a forsaken remain,

alone on the boat,

I was heading towards frightening rocks,

towards the most profound caves,

and towards the most dangerous sharks.

And my thin back-bone was shaking

to the extent of wits of  the death.

 

I could not,

I could not anymore.

 

My footsteps at the end,

confessed the voidness of the route

And despair at last defeated the patience of my soul.

 

And spring, that green mirage

while passing over the view

whispered to me :

 

“Look!

You have never advanced,

you have been drowning.”

 

Celebration mood

Happiness passed.

This is where he paused, 

exactly!

This is the wisdom he left behind.

 

You don't step in with your blues now.

You don't fake greetings you forgot to say.

You don't ask for help. 

I am a guard.

- It's "Moonlight Woman" from Pollock, and the rest are random.

Wildflowers;

I know now that it was like wildflowers.

Manhattan

Joy

something green uses orange to walk in blue

- I am so tired tonight. You can guess from the title. 

- I like this blog. check it out.

Looking at abstracts - Procrastination