MY SKY

It was all about the rotten leaves

and the stony path ahead,

with serpentine arterials driving us to the lake.

Along the way, you and I counting the shrivelled pebbles.

The kids drew this picture.

But left me there to wait and look for one sky,

that was deliberately left unpainted.

I knew there would be this one day,

when you would be the Sun,

to fill in the gaps

to sharpen the contrasts

to let the shadows rise

and to make the treetops breathe.

But wouldn't it be in someone else’s sky?

Post Apocalypse

My new animated adventure called "Post-Apocalypse" is now under design and construction. Post-Apocalypse will be a surreal and allegoric world full of fantastic and utopian/dystopian situations, creatures, puzzles and places! The basic character's appearance has been inspired from Dahm's "Rice Boy", however the concept, the story and the deliverable outcome is not at all related to the comic series. Since I am an amateur artist and have no previous experience from comics construction, I decided to provide a very simplistic texture all over it; from time to time, two dimensional formations limit the perspective of the reader. However, the colorful contrasts and the symbolic temptations bring Post-Apocalypse to another level of meditation. My intention: to make the reader wonder right from the first comic strip! I hope to complete one chapter of "Post-Apocalypse" sometime during 2012! The world, the settings and the landscapes are inspired from Yves Tanguy mode of painting. Here I will be sharing 3 random strips!

Red Project Completed

Dream Complex

This is a watercolor painting, completed in Toronto during winter of 2010-2011 and is termed as "dream complex". Being illustrated through dark-pale green and blue, this painting is characterized by a pessimistic cliche background, most probably oriented in a waterworld environment. I wasted lots of colors to achieve such dark and color-rich areas at the level of the horizon, since watercolor is generally less condense.

The cave depicted on the right has been described as also demonstrating and illustrating an alive entity, with the upper tunnels as "eyes" and the lower bigger tunnel entrance as "mouth". The two figures on the left seem to even be erotically intertwined or fighting for dominance to each other.

I was quite skeptical and tortured by certain things, when I drew this.

This painting has been incorporated in the series "the mote in mother's eye".

The Search at the End of Light

This frottage drawing with pencil alone is entitled "the search at the end of light". In my context, it represents the quest of man to find what is after death.

Although it is mostly like a mountain landscape, several interpretations pointed out a possible illustration of the nervous system along with the neuron synapses. Many people see the deer creature within the circular window formed in the front landscape.

God sent an angel to bring love, down to Earth

This frottage work with pencil only is entitled as "God sent an angel to bring love, down to Earth", represents one of the numerous attempts to make use of sets of coins, compact discs and pencils under a soft piece of A4 paper!

This is my truth, what's yours?

A totally abstract work. It was one of the first paintings, in which I avoided creating a gradient in soil or sky. Compared to others, it can be noticed that there is no such thing as exterior or interior landscape, but only geometric abstract objects or subjects.

People throughout, have interpreted the title of this work by the "man" on the top left corner being the surrealistic perspective of pinnocchio (whose nose is long due to the lies).

Another interesting interpretation is that the white-board, represents someone's life and all the experiences are written thereon, surviving in the test of time... All surrounding objects and subjects represent the daily experiences that contribute to our motives and actions.

They are both interesting interpretations.

First Attempts in Poetry

THE DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES

It was one of these days
in search to come...
to come closer to God,
a God that playfully ignored my future.
Afoot, throwing dices.
All over the place,
dicing my future.

In nights to come...
to search my God
me and my diced future.

THE SIMULACRA

Simulacra;
they were standing in the room
a room of true silence
a silence that annoyed my thoughts
thoughts that lived a short life
their life was made of wax
this wax was made by bees
these bees brought back the spring
a spring that lasted seconds
seconds passed before she closed her eyes
the eyes I fell in love with.