Unseen….

Isn’t like really all about what is unseen?

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Art Analysis: Matisse’s ‘Still life with a Magnolia’ (1942)

Matisse’s ‘Still life with a Magnolia’ (1942), and its apparent Simplified drawing is nothing of the sorts. Rather, the painting, that took more than 12 years to complete, is not only a revolutionary way to represent life, it is also representative of Matisse’s underlying idea that colour possesses great healing powers and that art has the strength to communicate to the soul of man in mysterious ways. A man that believed in the greatness of beauty despite all the tragedies he lived through, he infamously, and very correctly, claimed: ” There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”…. just one of the many significances embodied in this little masterpiece.

Words: Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing. 

‘’ Some people come, some people go. Some come to teach you how to love, others to teach you how to let go… Some things burn to ashes, before they have even begun, others are built, day by day, slowly and patiently. It’s beautiful… this ever revolving push and pull of life, isn’t it? This not knowing, which is which? Maybe the destruction is a construction… and the things we think we are building, slowly, are the ones that are burning after all. Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing.  ‘’ 

  • From my notes.

Poem: The Heart of The Free

We break, we laugh and we keep going, 

It is the heart of the wanderer, 

The soul of the free, 

To search and to never stop trusting, 

The inner fire that keeps propelling, 

Ruthlessly and instinctively, as sure as the day. 

As steady as the halo of the moon, 

Long after we travel into ourselves, 

We find what we have been looking for, 

Was inside this shimmering spirit all along,

But still we keep on, becoming the

Queens and Kings we are meant to always be. 

Maybe, maybe….

Maybe unicorns and rainbows always do go together. Maybe life is always a series of maybes… maybe there are no great timings at all. Maybe we make our own timings and we just have to trust that everything will be ok. That our hearts are stronger, that our souls are wiser, and that our minds will be silenced enough for us to really live. And maybe just maybe, that is more than enough.

Poem: In High Palaces

In High Palaces voices sing, 

Through invisible distances

Of lost times and broken stones, 

Listen! Listen to the lullabies. 

They are angels of others, 

Way down in the depths of the self, 

In vast alleys of the great unknown

Grown fast, deep and wide, 

Stretch out to the open sky. 

Let the roots sink and the wings fly. 

Become a flower that shines, 

A bird that is endlessly gliding, 

A spirit that forever loves. 

Go down darling, deep down. 

Listen to the songs that come. 

Be ready to sacrifice yourself, 

And what is yours will come to you

As it has always been. 

Let your own voice laugh in the shadows, 

Be ready to cry in your little heart, 

And what has been will become. 

Once again, as designed, as promised,
As it is meant to be. 

We are just wanderers….

” Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.” Anatole France

And … couldn’t agree more:

“And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.” J. K. Rowling