holiday peace…

I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At center of the sea

And struggle slacker, but to prove
As helplessly as I,
How many fictitious shores
Before the habor lies.

Emily dickinson

prayer

soul and the old woman

what is the soul? Consciousness. The more awareness, the deeper the soul, and when

such essence overflows, you feel a sacredness around. It’s so simple to tell one who

puts on a robe and pretends to be a dervish from the real thing. We know the taste

of pure water. Words can sound like a poem but not have any juice, no flavor to

relish. How long do you look at pictures on a bathhouse wall? Soul is what draws

you away from those pictures to talk with the old woman who sits outside by the door

in the sun. She ‘s half blind, but she has what soul loves to flow into. She is kind, she weeps.

She makes quick personal decisions, and laugh so easily. Rumi

showing respect

I don’t know Steve Jobs personally. In person I don’t know if he was good or bad. What I know about him is his great work through apple company. Some people said many die every single day of life specially in Africa and it shouldn’t make a big deal about his death. I found this is not wrong to say someways, but I feel it is not fair to say upon his death. Two years ago his speech on youtube came across to me and I was so inspired by what he said in that speech. Stay hungry stay stupid… I was so touched by understanding of his passionate phrases toward this world. When we see the world with great understanding, everything touches our life but when we see the world using measurement (whether it is correct or not) there is nothing really great about all. Steve Jobs died and it is a big deal. He was a hard worker, made great job for us and showed life as unique in this world. Now he died yet young, we should give him our respect instead of comparing with other’s death or criticizing what he hasn’t done well. Not to judge but to admire and to appreciate is what we need. That is how we clean up our souls.

Few days ago I read some articles about his life story, yes, he wasn’t one who lived in enlightening for sure. His story made me laugh but I can imagine how many people got through difficult time simply being around because of his misused power over. He did great deal of work and very good at what he was doing but missed some points there I guess… Judging someone’s life is not at all my thing to do here, I just admired his work that’s all.

sun bird

The Sun Bird

The sun bird flew high and high for its desti nation was sun but as it drew near its wings did burn from the heat of the sun but it did not die it fell down on the earth
and waited till its wings took rebirth
it again flew only to burn its wings and fall
towards the earth but its hope stood atall
for mythology says its divine love for sun
has given it power not to die from burn
so with patience infinite again it flew
with hopes full and wings anew
towards the sun only to burn
but it got up again and flew
towards the sun
towards its destination

Anjesh shekhar

healing hands

Sometimes I just have to sketch some photos when I see them. This is one of photos taken by James Nachtwey ‘healing hands’ made me urge to sketch. It’s just her face calling my soul and i couldn’t resist it. This woman with TB (less contagious case) in Swaziland take the medication to recover at home. I heard my maternal grand father died young with this plague. I’ve never met him in my life but I often imagined his face like hers just before he departed….

Samskara

Samskara are impressions of life experiences left upon one’s soul. painted in 2001

A Hard Rain’s A Gonna Fall based on old ballad “Lord Randal”

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?

오 어디 갔었니, 내 파란눈의 아들아?
그래, 어디에 있었니, 나의 사랑하는 젊은 아들아?

I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

안개 자욱한 열두개의 산들 옆 에서 비틀거리고 있었어요.
구부러진 여섯개의 고속도로들 위를 기다가 걷다가 했어요.
슬픔에 잠긴 일곱개의 숲속 한가운데 발을 들여놓기도 했어요.
죽어버린 열두개의 바다들 앞으로 빠져나오기도 했어요.
수천 마일 머나먼 무덤입구까지 가있기도 했어요.

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

거세고 고된 거세고 고된 비가 오려고 해요.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?
And what did you see, my darling young one ?

오 뭘 봤는데, 나의 파란눈의 아들아?
그래 무엇을 보았니, 나의 사랑하는 젏은 아들아?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

갓난아기가 굶주린 늑대들에게 둘러싸인것을 봤어요.
아무도 없는 고속도로위에 다이아몬드가 있는것을 봤어요.
까만 나뭇가지로 피가 줄줄 떨어지는것을 봤어요.
방안에 사람들이 가득했고 그들의 도끼에 피가 흐르는것을 봤어요.
하얀 사다리가 전부 물속에 잠기는것을 봤어요.
수천명이 말을 하는데 그들의 혀가 모두 다 부러져있는것을 봤어요.
어린아이들 손에 총과 날카롭게 갈은 칼들이 쥐어져 있는것을 봤어요.

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

거세고 고된 거세고 고된 비가 오려고 해요.

photo by sam abell

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?

그래 무엇을 들었니, 나의 파란 눈의 아들아?
그래 무엇을 들었어, 나의 사랑하는 젊은 아들아?

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

으르렁 거리며 경고를 치는 어마어마한 천둥소리 를 들었어요.
전세계를 삼키려고 덤벼드는 파도소리의 굉음을 들었어요.
수백명 의 사람들 손이 불꽃을 내며 북을 치는 소리를 들었어요.
아무도 듣지않는데 수천명이 소근거리는 소리를 들었어요.
한 사람이 배가 고파 죽어가는데 많은 사람들이 웃고있는 소리를 들었어요.
한시인 이 시궁창에서 죽어가며 내는 노래소리를 들었어요.
구석진 골목길에서 들려오는 한 광대 의 울음소리를 들었어요.

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

거세고 고된 거세고 고된 비가 오려고 해요.

Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one ?

오 누구를 만났니, 나의 파란 눈의 아들아?
그래 누구를 만났니, 나의 사랑하는 젏은 아들아?

I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded and hatred

죽어있는 망아지 옆에 있는 어린 아이를 만났어요.
까만 개를 걸리는 백인을 만났어요.
몸이 타오르는 젊음이 넘치는 여자를 만났어요.
무지개를 내게 주었던 젊은 소녀를 만났어요.
사랑으로 상처받은 한 사람을 만났어요.
상처와 혐오로 가득찬 다른 사람 을 만났어요.

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

거세고 고된 거세고 고된 비가 오려고 해요.

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what’ll you do now my darling young one ?

그래 이제 무엇을 할거니 나의 파란 눈의 아들아?
그래 이제 무엇을 할생각이니 나의 사랑하는 젏은 아들아?

I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number

비가 떨어지기전에 돌아가려고 해요.
가장 깊고 어두운 숲속의 그 심연으로 걸을거예요.
사람들은 많지만 그들손은 텅 비어있는 곳.
독이 든 알약들이 그들 물속에 가득한 곳.
골짜기 집들 과 더럽고 축축한 감옥이 만나는곳.
사형판결을 내리는 사람의 얼굴이 언제나 잘 가려져있는 곳.
배고픔이 추하고 영혼따위는 잊고사는 곳.
어두움이 유일한 색깔 이고 아무것도 없는것이 숫자인곳.

And I’ll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my songs well before I start singin’

나는 그곳에서 얘기 할거고 생각할거고 말할거고 숨쉴거예요.
그 산속에서 빛을 내어 모든 영혼들이 그 빛을 볼수있도록.

그리고 나는 내가 가라앉을때까지 바다에 서있을거예요.
그러나 나는 노래를 부르기 시작하기전에 나의 노래가 어떤건지 잘 알고 있을거예요.

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
dylan boB.

Group Exhibition in Galerie Faouet

Chaque mercredi, jeudi, vendredi, samedi et dimanche du 10/06/2011 à 14h00 au 19/06/2011 à 19h00

Tarif : Entrée libre
Horaires : du mercredi au dimanche de 14 h à 19 h
Adresse : GALERIE DU FAOUËDIC

bd Général Leclerc
56100 Lorient

Téléphone : 02 97 02 22 57

too green rejected portrait

This painting is from 2006 and at that time gallery in paris told me it’s too green! They rejected it. Today I found from my cave, I was talking to myself…. too green?? what is that suppose mean?? Even though my oil technique wasn’t that good… he looks fine on green. This man had served his military years during the war but in his eyes I could feel his keep going trauma long after the war is over. In 2006 I was still in lots of confusions in my head and when i saw his eyes, they gave me a click that i understood where he was….

Good bye daring

Don’t look back, death aparts us now.

“Avez-tout avec patience en suspens dans votre cœur
et à essayer d’aimer les questions elles-mêmes comme s’ils étaient verrouillées chambres
ou des livres écrits dans une langue très étrangère.

Ne pas rechercher des réponses, qui ne pouvait être donnée à vous maintenant,
parce que vous ne serait pas en mesure de les vivre.

Et le fait est, tout à vivre. Live questions maintenant.

Peut-être alors, un jour loin dans l’avenir, vous progressivement, sans même remarquer, vivre votre chemin dans la réponse.”

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart.

Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and
like books written in a foreign langauage.

Do not now look for the answers.
They cannot now be given to you
because you could not live them. It

is a question of experiencing everything.

At present you need to live to question.
Perhaps you will gradually without even noticing it,
find yourself experiencing the answer some distant day.

Rainer maria rilke.

Time goes by

Time goes by so fast and so slowly no matter what we do, it goes by… tic tac tic tac…

tsunami prelude

I’ve having many thoughts about what happened in Japan. I was traveling to England for the weekend but I was keep thinking of what people would have get through during such a short time. I imagine that there is no need to fight back to nature. When nature is against us we are like little birds on stormy weather. Our nature of controlling things can’t be working with such great nature’s force. Honestly what you would do if the force of wave attack us in a few moments before we realize it coming. Even given an hour, what else… then I thought of the house with balloons or air balloon ride… now my bf is laughing. But why not? when the earth expels us, only we can do is flying away… no? until earth is calming. so… my next painting will be en montgolfiere a air.

tsunami fear painting

I am watching tsunami in Japan through photos and news intensively. I guess this is one of the worst disasters in our century caused by nature… I imagine myself when the nature force is coming upon us what else could we do? Is there anything we could do if it arrives in no time? All of sudden you stand still and watch what is coming in front of us with great fear but …. nothing else. A long ago I visited Pompeii in Italy, there were people who had died by volcanic explosion and many years after their bodies remained as fossils. One of impressive forms I still remember was a couple who died hugging each other. I couldn’t sleep that night. It is so sad what happens in Japan. Once again I give lots of thoughts about nature and universe! I participate my sympathy to paint their moments from my thoughts and pray for their recovery.

holding a bird