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.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Summer dream

It's a dream about colors and scents.
Each element of this dream has a name
names are not important for me.
Only the shapes,
near the water
and the sound
made by a nightingale
in the middle of the night...
My village
under the black velvet
and the dream
about a hot summers day.
A drop of ink from the sky
sprinkles the ruff
of my house.
And the dream

C’est un rêve de couleurs et de parfums.
Chaque élément de ce rêve a un nom
Les noms ne sont pas importants pour moi.
Seulement les formes,
Près de l’eau
Et le son
D’un rossignol
Dans la nuit...
Mon village
Sous le noir velours
Et le rêve
D’une journée toride d’été.
Une goutte d’encre du ciel
Arrose le toit
De ma maison.
Et le rêve
Continue à couler...

translation by Rodocrozit


Peticelul Romanesc said...

Sotul meu se intreaba "in ce fel de lume traim", dupa ce a vazut un film. Pictura ta e o reconfirmare a ceea ce a bun in lume.Corina

freddie said...

beatiful words, yet I could not focus on them as I was immediatly lead to the colours and shapes and things you named.
nice blog

forget me not said...

I love this painting Sma. you have a very touching style, forms in movement, not a static image. And the colors go straight to the heart. I love the fact that you use verse to describe the painting, it is a wonderful medium to help us understand what you want to share with us.