When the sun rises I think of a new day as a new world I want to meet. So,in my eyes I see the colour of a rose full of dew drops. In my mind are all the wonderful places i saw or hope to see and in my heart there is the emotion of a new adventure. Come with me in my world of beauty!

House of roses

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Carl Jung
The more frightening the world becomes...the more art becomes abstract.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Out of the box

I decided to get out of the box.
Last days I" imagined"a little poetry wrote by a Romanian poet, Nichita Stanescu, who impressed me when I was a student and now as well.
Love is the feeling who brings us in a mood, where" she" and"he' are as fragile as glass.
I used fabrics painted with natural methods, using onion, walnut leafs and gooseberry.
Look, this is the poetry :

"Daca intr-o zi ti-as saruta talpa piciorului,nu-i asa ca ai schiopata putin de teama
sa nu-mi strivesti sarutul?"

"If one day I would kiss the sole of your foot, wouldn’t you limp afraid of crushing it?"

And here is my imagination's work:


teodo said...

this quilt is wonderful like your paintings.

the lines of your works are so winding and soft that I love them very much.

ciao ciao

AutumnRose said...

I love the picture and the beautiful quote.

God bless you this day xx

AutumnRose said...

How are you today, my friend?

SMA said...

I'm fine AutumnRose:). Thanks! I'll meet you in the "Garden"