Thursday, December 30, 2010

Luna/Shine - Finished artwork!

Hello All!!

I have just finished my latest painting, it is here in thumbnail and larger size

The auction date is currently set up in my mind for early February 2011, mark this in your calendars please, and pass the URL above around to your friends. I am still looking for a charity that will meet my criteria, but more on this soon.


Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Work in progress - Luna Shine II

Who would take a picture on an average camera, at night, by candlelight of a dark painting?

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Work in progress - Luna Shine

A peak at the new painting as it progresses:

Please, go and see the Art auction page and leave your comments, how you feel about the paintings. You can leave them anonymously!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Morosia - a (very) short story. (my hommage to Italo Calvino)

Morosia’s inhabitants follow the same custom with the dead as they treat their houses, banks, or official buildings. When a person is known to be dying, people would start talking about his replacement, as the work must go on. The person, from that stage onwards, has his mouth sealed up with a needle and white thread, and is home-bound. This in-between stage can last anything from a few hours to several months. A dying woman was known to have survived a whole 5 years, without talking.
At death, a few specialists, injecting chemicals that will keep the appearance of life to it for a year or so, prepare the corpse. The dead is set in the house, mimicking his favourite activity.
After a year, the corpse is disposed of by the family, part of it is buried in relatives gardens, part of it is preserved in jars – these would become highly-valued presents exchanged during important rituals in Morosia , and finally, part of the body is cremated and spread over the city. The very same day, a new person would join in, invited by the family, to take the role of the deceased, with the right to keep up to half of the Dead’s clothes, and a full right to the Dead’s job. The family would then pretend a distant relative of them died; for example, if the husband had died, the wife would say a distant cousin of her husband’s died.

Some say, in the far suburb of Morosia, families send pictures of the dead to a distant cousin, and the cousin would then contrive his next born baby to look like the dead, by the use of bandages, scissors, scalpels, and other contraptions. So that, when the age has come, the double is sent to the family, the live amongst “his” again. This probably amounts for the unusual amount of scarred faces and hunched men I have noticed when walking the streets of Morosia, like some derelict building showing the scars of a war or other.

All the streets are different, but all the streets look alike. Red brick is lining them, and two gargoyles look at each other, one seemingly new, and the other seemingly old, or a recent imitation of an older one, reflecting their gaze in each other’s empty sockets, thinking about the past thinking about the future thinking about the past…

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Like the Moon

Live purely. Be quiet.
Do your work with mastery.
Like the moon, come out
from behind the clouds!





Wednesday, December 15, 2010

On the paths of life...


This is an advert for TomTom running in the UK at the moment. Frankly, I don't know how to better explain the meaning of Life... Whoever thought that one was a genius!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


Going home,
The London sky
Shines 23 stars.
Where are the millions
more of the milky way?
Oh wrong we did,
Will the kids forgive us?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Woman flogged in Sudan, caught on YouTube

I am struggling to see where the news is around that article today in the Guardian.

This is no news that Sharia law was implemented in the North of Sudan since 1991: it applies to all inhabitants regardless of their religion, although 70% of the population is Sunnite. Should we judge another country's rule of law?

For all I know, this woman could have been a friend of the Janjaweed who decimated Darfur, in what was in my opinion one of the most shocking reports I have read about women and (civil) war: complicity in rape. When women turn on women, the backbone of society has gone: men have free hand to rule, free-wheel to madness.

A similar mental shock made me shiver when the first female Palestinian suicide-bomber exploded: what kind of desperation (brainwash?) would push a woman to such an extremity, what conditions of life would create such a monster, the anti-thesis of life?

What is visible in that video is how casual the audience seems to take this, how routine this must be. What is not visible in that video, is everything else they have endure, from stoning to abuse, domestic violence, female genital mutilation (90% of Northern women according to the Sudan Tribune, 2005) and too much more.

How can we make this end? What are the root causes? To whom does the crime profit? What are Sudan's resources (oil...)?

To finish on a note of optimism, here is an extract of the 2008 Independence speech of Address of H.E the President of the Republic (in full here):
together with the struggle of the Sudanese Woman and the [sufi] mystic sects along with the Imams [leaders] of the mosques.I renew and confirm before you my insistence on the implementation of this directive . Brothers and sisters our celebration today constitute a stop that links the history of our nation to her present and future , from history we refer to the national unanimity whose voice had been louder the voices that instigated separation and anarchy.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Action and Reaction

Action and Reaction are the essence of life. There needs to be a balance between the two, a dynamic healthy exchange. From couch potato to provider: today I have started to publish my art work. Follow the link to the auction page on the right hand side!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

A new beginning

This is a new beginning. Reader of this blog, here you too can start again, like a Phoenix. Breath in, and STOP, as if at the very edge of a cliff: there you can let go and unfold your wings to any direction. You can do this, every morning, every day.

Today, my beginning was to decide on my near future, at least the bits in my control :-) I will auction most of my paintings to raise money for a UK children charity.

More on this hopefully in subsequent posts as this project is getting organised!