v o r b e si asperitati

s(c)hopping

2011-12-22T05:44:00.000-08:00

Vuietul padurii ce moare

Trunchiul puternic ce parea vesnic, martor al sfintilor acestui pamant, martor al cumplitelor restristi ale istoriei
Primul nostru adapost, prima biserica a lui Dumnezeu.

EL insusi a vegheat asupra lor, i-a aparat de boli si furtuni , de traznete, de cumplite viituri si incendii...

Trunchiuri chircite,

Viata macinata, topita, consumata fara rost din capriciul unor copii mari ce mereu cauta absurd o forma noua
Lipsiti de sens...

Cu ochii lipiti de vitrine, cu mainile cautand infrigurate cardul pentru o noua promotie...
un sac fara fund navigand lacom prin spatiul etern nou al ofertelor

Ca un buldozer ce sapa brazde desertice acolo unde odinioara spiritul era verde
un malaxor ce inghite viitorul ne-lasand clipa sa-si prinda intelesul,

Traim un fals prezent vesnic,
inghitind paduri si munti, murdarind apele, ucigand animalele, otravind aerul...
Intr-o frenezie absurda a obezitatii a unui corp lipsit de spirit...

Lumea duce povara Nebunilor si Ticalosilor care-i servesc...

Q U O T E S

2011-10-21T05:58:00.000-07:00

"Never give in ... never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.
Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy..."
Winston Churchill 1941

Q U O T E S

2011-09-22T07:38:00.000-07:00

Art is not a thing; it is a way. ..
Elbert Hubbard

D R A W S

2011-09-02T07:20:00.000-07:00

Dan Perjovschi

D R A W S

2011-08-30T04:13:00.001-07:00

Dan Perjovschi

Q U O T E S

2011-08-27T01:06:00.001-07:00

N O C O M M E N T S

Q U O T E S

2011-08-25T03:44:00.000-07:00

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
Albert Camus

Q U O T E S

2011-08-23T07:27:00.000-07:00

"A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral."
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Q U O T E S

2011-08-19T05:55:00.000-07:00

"If the Soviet Union let another political party come into existence, they would still be a one-party state, because everybody would join the other party..."
Ronald Reagan 1984

...and this is precisely what was happened

Miracole

2010-10-11T11:19:00.000-07:00

Click on Click on Click on...

Caut pe NET o dorinta,

Am sentimentul ca sunt darnic,
Click on, donez 5 centi pentru apa potabila in Somalia...

Cineva vrea sa-mi fie prieten, ce cuvant frumos FRIEND, doar la un Click distanta
Click on , inca unul , inca unul...azi adunat 5 noi prieteni, YES!

Imi numar prietenii cateva sute...mailbox-ul e plin ochi, azi am discutat despre sute de subiecte!

Sunt obosit...si singur,

Wish List-ul mi-a fost indeplinit, dar sunt gol pe dinauntru
Frigiderul e plin si totusi mi-e vesnic foame, manac intr-una

Cercul s-a inchis,
Sunt gol si flamand, ma uit cu speranta la monitor
Era o vreme cand somnul meu avea vise, acum sunt surghiunit intr-un colt al mintii

Acolo unde totul e simulat, indexat si ordonat
Orice tentativa de evadare se termina in fata LUI stralucitoare,
Internetul imi inunda sufletul cu un suvoi cald si constant de dorinte indeplinite.

Si fiecare in labirintul lui nu are nevoie de vise.

Acum da-mi ID-ul tau te rog, poate o sa te adaug pe wish list-ul meu de Craciun...

pict: CROP m a y a k u l e n o v i c

Pasaje

2009-02-06T05:18:00.001-08:00

Nu pot sa las timpul sa creasca din mine
iar eu, doar verb pentru a fi,
Sa stau linistit privind cum crezul meu e
ca o rana boltita pe cerul sub care crestem
Sub care trecem...

Profil Maya Kulenovic

2008-11-07T04:45:00.000-08:00

Maya Kulenovic, nascuta in 1975 in Sarajevo, Bosnia si Herzegovina.

http://www.mayakulenovic.com/

Studiaza arta la
Chelsea College of Art and Design in Londra, Egland (MFA, 1998),
Ontario College of Art and Design in Toronto (AOCAD Honours, 1997)
si Mimar Sinan University in Istanbul (1995).
A fost resident la London Goodenough College in London, England (1997/98).

Pictura figurativ realista…

Key words:

“Art is a form of daily meditation on the three cornerstones of human experience: life, death and love. The many permutations of these three shape our daily events and human behaviour- our collective history, memory and hope Most of my works bear some reference to war, mortality and fragility of culture.

The extreme experiences of war and genocide, as collective madness, evoke an element of chaos and transform our collective consciousness, bringing out both its creative and destructive elements. I think of my paintings as investigations into the unreliable nature of safety, possessions and knowledge - and the search for spirituality of some sort, as a promise of compassion. '

'I would like my paintings to be a sort of a koan, that can be seen from many angles... and, ideally, every viewer would see something personally valid in it, or have an interpretation of his/her own.

' It's easy to see the darkness in the subject that I'm looking at, but, at the same time there is always a sense of redemption in them, that may not be so apparent to everyone. I think that the attitude which I assume when I look at my subjects is similar to early Renaissance images of Christ on cross. In my case, though, they don't refer to christianity at all, but to transcendence of a terrible event by going right through it - not by avoiding it; and along that path, retaining the sense of dignity and sacrifice of the victim (while perpetrators are never visible- only the consequences of their deeds). Also, there is a similarity with some Buddhist meditations (in which the monks visualize their death and decomposition of the body as a practice of overcoming dependency on the material world)

... I try to balance the effect of a 'shock image' (which is the last thing I want it to be), with a patient and introspective analyses (physical and emotional) of the subject, and all of its possible metaphors..”

Interview:

1 ::: Why are you an artist Maya?

It's an addiction. It's just wonderful that I'm allowed to do it all the time, and make a living of it! I like philosophy and theory as well as practical, hands- on kind of work, and I think I paint in order to get a better understanding of ideas, situations and images I come across. I want to know where the extreme feelings like awe and terror come from. I want to see how far I can push a sensation. It is a lot like a magnifying glass. Also, I want to know more about the thin line that runs between objective and subjective, environment and mind. That is probably why I am basically a Realist. Realism is a process, and a viewpoint. It is about understanding one's environment: physics of things, weight, speed, gravity, temperature, potential to move or change. It is a constant discourse between perception and intuition.

+2 ::: Could you tell us some more about your paintings?

For me personally, art is a form of meditation. My process of painting is, above all, about doubt and belief... I constantly reexamine my perceptions, and doubt in what I think I know, and search for things whose powerful presence I can feel but not quite yet understand. Most of my works bear some reference to war and mortality, probably as a result of personal experience and subsequent years of research and following the events in the news. I look into the darker side of humanity because I cannot pretend that I don't see it- and the only way to cope with it is to understand it better. I think my paintings express some of that unreliable nature of our sense of security, possessions and knowledge, our unlimited potential for violence- as well as compassion- and the everlasting search for spirituality of some sort- as the hope or unconditional love.

+3 ::: Your paintings have a lot of strong emotions in them, are they yours or the subjects emotions?

The viewer's (I hope). I am usually more concerned with mood and atmosphere, and leave the emotions ambiguous. Ambiguity is an open space, which allows the viewer to project his/her own emotions onto the painting and provokes a variety of interpretations. I don't really try to tell the viewer what to feel or think. But if I manage to stir them a little, give them a different point of view or an inspiration or a new question or even scare them- its worth the paint.

+4 ::: What artists have influenced you and why?

Rembrandt. Goya. Caravaggio. Because they are so good at balancing feelings of redemption and damnation... Vermeer and Hopper for their tense silence and stillness, about to burst open with some heavy untold drama (which it never does). And Manet, for his divine (yet so earthly) light, open space and great love and wonder of the world in every brushstroke.

+5 ::: What do you do for fun (besides art)?

Read, or get out of the house. I run 10-12 K daily. It helps me think. I usually get the best ideas for paintings during a run. Also I have a regular martial arts practice (karate). I play the piano, but lately I seem to run out of time for practicing.
+6 ::: What inspires you to paint and how do you keep motivated when things get tough in the studio?

If I'm working on a painting, and it bites back, I work harder. I'm not at peace until I reach some form of resolution on canvas. When I'm just not inspired- or too uncertain of what I want to do with a painting, I go for a walk- or any of the No 5.

+7 ::: How have you handled the business side of being an artist?

I find art business very frustrating. It is difficult to find a honest dealer who will promote your work without watching over your shoulder at all times. Anyway, lately I've been trying to make myself less dependent on the commercial gallery scene, and take more control into my own hands, especially when it comes to establishing international connections. It involved more promotional work on my part, and some commissions (mainly sculpture- I rarely accept painting commissions, it's too personal), but it was worth it.

+8 ::: Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Ten years older and well I hope! Preferably in an art studio/ house in Northern Ontario... with my man, a lake view and a canoe, working on something great.

+9 ::: Could you talk about your latest series of paintings and what you are trying to achieve with them?

Lately I have been interested in landscapes and portraits- Place and Character. They never seem to appear together, though. It is always one or the other. Landscapes traditionally put the viewer in the position of an observer, and portraits demand a form of communication or even confrontation. My recent landscapes, though, remain almost too distant to be real, nearly vanishing in a blur of motion, as if they were more about memory and transition between places, than the reality of the present. The new portraits, in the same way, convey a mood or poise rather than personality; they have a sense of hesitation and ambiguity; so they signify different things to different people. In that sense, they are like mirrors.. they reflect the viewer's own psychology. Also, lately I've been exploring the idea of a void- or empty space- as a defining element of an image. Void is not simply emptiness, but it is the lack of an object, and as such, it implies a tension and a sense of movement. In Feng Shui (and martial arts), Void is the potential energy of a situation. In painting, void can contain perceptual movement which gives life to an image. The psychology of this process is fascinating.

+10 ::: What advice would you give to an artist just starting out?

Have no expectations. Don't try to impress your viewers. Be honest. Observe. Work to learn, rather than to 'produce'. Don't forget the Masters. Save your words, and draw like you mean it. Every line matters.

Corporate functions

2008-11-06T05:22:00.000-08:00

0.0

Imi spui cum ar trebui sa fie lumea: sistematizata, nealterabila si perfect desenata,

Iar haosul e doar o metoda de a face profit…

Eu te desenez ca un adult infantilizat, cu un corp perfect rotund, un cap mic

Si membrele doua perechi de linii drepte,

Articulat pe realitatea careia doresti sa-i apartii…esti imperfect,

Esti elementul in plus in lumea pe care ai descris-o

Nu esti relevant, pentru ca de fapt reprezinti un element resorbabil in sistem.

O sa dispari in arhiva odata cu codul de proces pe care l-ai reprezentat.

Te desenez pentru ca ma plictisesc si am nevoie de un reper

nu am gasit o forma mai potrivita decit sa las mina sa cada pe foaie in timpul unei telco ce nu se mai sfirsea.

Acum imi imaginez cum ajungi acasa, singur si plingi isteric pentru ca sti in sinea ta ca esti inutil si asa ai sa ramii.

Sistemul tau nu e decit o alta forma a spune: nu sint in stare!

0.1

Masinarie cu ochii reci, crescuta in lumina de neon

Sclipind intre a fi destept si a fi drept, doar politic corect

Vorbesti cu mine dar tot ce faci e sa-mi desenezi profilul de angjat perfect,

Imi spui ce soft-skills imi lipsesc si pe ce buton sa mai apas ca sa-mi atenuez asperitatile

care te incurca…

prea mult timp m-am ascuns dupa deget spunindu-mi ca nu ma vei contamina,

dar ai bufferul prea incarcat cu bullshit

si m-ai plictisit cu sinergiile tale de corporatist cosmic.

De fapt de ceva vreme ma incearca o greata perpetua si ti-as spune-o in fata

Dar prefer sa te las sa descoperi singur ca odata ce ramii fara listingurile cu task-uri

si alte camuflaje antiimaginatie esti aceeasi carne flasca si fricoasa

si singurul tau refugiu e azi.

Miine vei fi mai sus si mai izolat de lumea vie din care incet incet te-ai desprins precum carnea putrezita de pe os.

Esti la adapost de orice hacking device, complet asigurat si totusi ceea ce-ti lipseste ca sa traiesti esti chiar tu.

Lipsit de echilibrul elementar si o schema de contrast care sa-ti arate ca de fapt nici nu existi…

no name

2008-10-30T07:47:00.000-07:00

Cine sint eu sa fac dragoste cu tine?
tu umbli goala in mintea mea,
incaltata doar cu bocancii grei de iarna,
Pe talpa aduni tot felul de amintiri
si mergi din ce in ce mai greu, ca printr-o zapada uda de primavara,

cine sint eu, sa ma gindesc la tine ca la o femeie?
si vintul batea din ce in ce mai cald si mai tare, pina cind ne-am oprit,

mai sus nu puteam urca
te ascunzi uneori printre ginduri si iti ghicesti singura drumul,

...si chiar asa, cine sint eu sa te iubesc?

Pe derulare inapoi

2008-10-30T07:39:00.000-07:00

Sensul e undeva la limita, e conturul pe care il dai.
Sunetul reverbereaza la contact.
Conturul se desluseste prin intensitatea cu care izbucneste din retina.
Forta cu care lumina respinsa se risipeste in minte da "substanta" la
ceea ce ne inconjoara.
Simtim ceea ce chimia ne imparte.
Sa-i dam atunci adrenalina...!
Pe marginea oricarui abis, fizic sau spiritual, acolo la marginea tarimului
celor intelese si stiute, ai sansa sa vezi contururile lumii in care de fapt traiesti,
...chiar daca uneori s-a dovedit a fi ultima oara.

Si forma aceea unica pe care o tot cautam in abisuri, sau in banal, in comod sau
in aripi, in estetic sau sens, logica , structura sau dezordine e vesnic in miscare,
vesnic cu un pas inainte, precum primavara timpurie pentru o larva ...si gerul care
ii va pecetlui indrazneala.
Ne impingem de colo, colo limitele, dar finalul e aceeasi metamorfoza:
Tot Piatra...

Viva la vida

2008-10-02T07:15:00.000-07:00

VIDA

Am avut in mine un ghimpe
Care s-a transformat in timpul meu uneori,

Ca o privire deocheata aruncata de borfas curvelor
Murdar ca un munte de steril pe care vegetatia incearca o grefa

Cu ranile vechi supurind in lumina tremuratoare si bolnava a lunii
Dependent de rani si durere, sufocat de arsita amintirilor.

VIDA

Scriu din camera de alaturi,
Cu mina ta,
E un fel de a te pastra atunci cind sunt singur cu toti,

Scriu cu gindurile tale care vor sa aiba viata voluntara in mine
Si isi croiesc propriul relief

Iar tu te uiti la mine cu sufletul si atita lumina ai facut
Incit toate intrebarile au cazut pe foaie

Am descoperit ceva, asa ca o rugaciune, acuns la tine
Atirnind de-un gind pe care nu-l dai.

VIDA

Asa de mindru de inima pe care ti-am pus-o in palma eram,
incit n-am vazut rana pe care o lasa-se ca o arsura
…cum stai cu palmele strinse, cu ochii inlacrimati sperind ca greutatea
ce-o porti pentru mine va incolti,
iar eu mindru si gol, parte a umilintei pe care am invatat-o.

VIDA LA VIDA

Singele meu se invirte in cercuri din ce in ce mai iuti, pina cind nu mai atinge nimic,
Atunci imi accelerez respiratia, sperand ca o sa ma ridic deaupra lumii,
In care oamenii isi inghit unul altuia trupurile intr-un dans nesfirsit…

Uneori pe granita cu tine devin mut si indepartat ca un colt al inimii in care n-ai intrat,
palid si trist, afara inima bate in cercuri si-mi sparge ochi-in lacrimi,

Am crezut ca ultimul atu in acest joc e sa umblii cu cercul mintii strapuns de cercul inimii…

sunt inca un om, viu, cu aripile intinse fara teama,
dar mirosul greu de inima cruda inspicata ma ameteste si uneori cad.
Visez atunci buze rosii si palmele tale cuprinzindu-mi trupul arc...

Volante

2008-06-30T01:03:00.000-07:00

Aere

Aerul cu tot cu stele si luna erau incarcerate in cer, departe,
Desenate stingaci intr-un colt al intelegerii mele,
Aici, eu visam singur, la acelasi drum, tulburat uneori de fericirea vreunei clipe uitate jos,
La noi…

Non notes

Ai observat cum foile din caiet iti albesc ?
Obosite si uituce,
Ca si cum nimic nu s-ar mai intimpla de acum inainte…

Ape

Ti se face somn si-mi spui
Ca prin inima ce-mi sta infipta-n suflet totul curge prea iute si fara inteles

Lumina iti pilpiie ca un neon stricat de prea multa energie,
Si gindurile te urmeaza de la distanta ca niste fulgere stinse in alt timp,

Tu iti notezi ceva, intr-un desen unde lumea apare desirata,
Cu copaci in care primavara ninge cu vise
si flori ce cresc inauntru ca niste rani

Apoi spui ca ti-e foame, scoti o inima, a ta, si musti cu pofta de la inceput.
Astept cu rabdare sa ti se faca iar somn, sa-ti traduc respiratiile si sa golesc ce-a mai ramas din mine.

In carne imi ard ginduri, dar apa mea nu-mi apartine,
Iti spun si multe altele in timp ce pasim pe marginea ascutita a lumii…
Apa mea e apa ta…

Ziduri

Intr-o zi la marginea lumii,
acolo unde incep piscurile ametitoare a caror apropiere o doream

o fata s-a prabusit in inima mea si
…o vreme am fost ametit de mirosul de cremene arsa,
ca atunci cind o roca se zdrobeste linga tine,

cind am crezut ca totul s-a terminat am vrut sa plec,
dar picioarele nu ma ascultau si incercau sa ajunga sus, acolo de unde
ea s-a pravalit in mine

am zgiriat cu unghiile zile si nopti, zidul
pina cind speranta mi-a daruit aripi
iar eu le-am acceptat ca pe un dar vinovat

Seara,

Ai venit, un pas si casa te-a inconjurat,
Peretii se preling pe linga tine ca si cum te-ar cunoaste…
Ii lasi in urma si dispari sub plapuma, ca intr-o jungla , numai a ta,
Esti imbracata ca si cum te astepti ca somnul sa te fure si vrei sa fi pregatita…de orice

…Miine te asteapta ca intr-o ambuscada,
Dar tu te dizolvi de tot in noapte si nu-ti pasa,
Somnul te ascunde dupa un ropot de vise, multiplicindu-te prin fiecare
pina cind nu mai stiu in care picatura te-ai ascuns,

... linga mine aud un miriit inabusit,
dintr-un salt sint linga perete,
tolanita in locul tau toarce in somn o leoaica
Ma gindesc ca totul vine de la vise, sau prea mult vin

Curios dar frica nu ma incearca, doar curiozitate,
Intind mina, un nou miriit si un zvicnet scurt, ca un cuvint …
Din somn ma trezesc tirziu cu o urma de gheara piept si pe umar
Ca o felina te intinzi lenesa pe tot patul si ma privesti cu ochii fanta, simtind mirosul de cafea,

Ma tin de cicatricea ce urca spre ginduri si se-ntareste acolo
Se potriveste la fix cu gheara pe care o simti si tu acum in suflet,
Cind o noua dimineata te insfaca si te arunca brutal in lumina a ceea ce vei fi.

Nervi de primavara

2008-03-25T13:32:00.000-07:00

Iubitei mele i s-au tulburat celulele
Atomii i sau aglutinat aiurea pe magistrala de date,
Rispiti prin triviale triluri si zimbete subintelese
Daca o cauti, are interfata la substanta,
Daca o uiti, dai de ea intr-o arhiva de e-mail sau un sms vechi.
Dar am prieten bun care incearca grefe
Aparent pasiv dar simpatic,
Zimbet larg pe-o gluma de idee.
Dai mina cu el, te ia de dupa umar si-si sopteste cu limba in ureche,
Eu ii multumesc ca exista si ca astfel am invatat cine sintem,
Ii multumesc ca are grija de mine si-mi da sfaturi.
Atomii tai au dat ecran albastru…

jOc

2008-03-14T01:50:00.000-07:00

Ai clipit si pret de o clipa,
Timpul meu si-a oprit curgerea.

Ochiul ti-a ramas incremenit fanta intre ce va fi si ce ar putea fi,

O bataie de inima se zbate spre implinire, iar buzele intredeschise au inceput un cuvint,
Dar in aerul electrizat din jurul tau, timpul a incremenit ,
Cuvintele se izbesc de geometria stranie a clipei si nu mai au viata...

Poate fi doar un joc sau neintelesul gust al nefiintei.

Albastru

2008-03-10T03:44:00.000-07:00

Deasupra apele se-nchid....
Lasa-ti cerul sa-mi spele ochii.
Doar intunericul s-aline tacerea din adincuri.
Inima bate clipa,
Iar timpul uita sa se-ntoarca.
...lumina translucida furata de ape, miraj al inceputului
Inlantuit in taine, cautind izvorul;

Nu apartin acestei lumi...

Dar unde te duci tu, cind te duci?
Ce vezi tu dincolo de vazut?
Si te intorci tu, cind te intorci?

Hot de timp

2008-03-10T03:39:00.000-07:00

Eu si stapinul meu Timpul,
Infratiti pe veci de-aceeasi pierzanie…
Eu fostul lui hot
El, nicicind inteles,
Mereu inainte, ascuns atingerii mele
Promisiune inchipuita, neimplinit si mai trecator ca oricind…

Mincatorul de Taine

2008-03-10T02:52:00.000-07:00

Te urasc, Mancatorule de Taine…
Cu ochiul tau de neon, aruncand stralucirea ta, cu lumina ta prospera,
Iti urasc parfumul proaspat si bine ales
Iti urasc zambetul si chipul neted.
Tu care
Esti cea mai frumoasa femeie,
Esti cel mai frumos barbat
Tu care
Esti cel mai bun prieten,
Esti soarele arzator si cerul fara luceferi,
Esti albastrul fara intrebari….
Mi-e greata de bogatia ta, de poftele tale
Imi vars gandurile peste creatia ta si-ncerc sa te dizolv din mine,
M-am murdarit tot cu stralucirea ta
Ma lupt cu mine, Mancatorule de Taine
Esti boala mea, esti visul meu, subconstientul meu
Esti dorinta mea secreta, esti femeia pe care o doresc.
.......
Te uiti la noi zambitor, fara sictir si fara pata.
Aduci perfectiunea printre reflectoare
Suntem emotionati cand iti simtim savoarea
Ne-ai grefat pe creieri estetica bogatiei tale, a revarsarii tale.
Ai patruns in noi, esti Acolo in Taina
Esti acolo in Taina, o rumegi tihnit…
N-ai urma de oboseala pe chip
Ridurile nu sunt o problema
Nici oboseala, nici foamea, nici somnul
Langa tine totul e luminos si ordonat
Iar dincolo de tine, prin tine , nu mai e nimic
Si moartea ta e solemna si zambitoare
Interactiva…
Suntem peste tot perechi
Tu si cu el,
Ea si el
Toti suntem cu tine, Mancatorule de Taine,
Caci tu esti cel mai prosper,
Dar eu o sa te urasc pana la SFARSIT