Wishes For Japan

Wishes For Japan

Wishes For Japan

Wishes For Japan

When confronted with the disaster we are all equal. But our reactions are very different. It´s a whole range of emotions, from the most overwhelming powerlessness unto the impossible desire to turn back time, so that what happened didn´t happen.
But it did happen.
If we lived some centuries ago, the news would have reached us much later, maybe our children would have learned about it from the history books. But we live in a time when everything happens "live" and our neighborhood has expanded to the entire planet. Even if we wanted, we could not ignore the events that happen throughout the world. And the news that are reaching us come accompanied by images that find us mostly unprepared, shaking us, overwhelming us, haunting us.
Among the images that haunted me after the disaster in Japan, were some coming from a total different place. At first they crept stealthily, but then they became increasingly clearer, and more insistent. Yes, they were images, but from another kind, I couldn´t see them with my eyes, not even with my minds eyes, I coud rather feel them. Sometimes I was perceiving them as bright lights, sometimes as white butterflies or birds floating all around me, slowly rising up to heaven.
So I started to paint, as if to understand what was happening. I began to paint children, because this way of expression ist most powerful and readily available to me. Then, unexpectedly, everything took a dramatic turn. I found myself unable to stop. I woke up at night, obsessed by the need to paint those children who insisted to be born, to be called into being, because they had something important to say.
This is how I finally understood what they were, those images, those lights:
They were wishes. The wishes of the whole world for the sorrowed Japan. Wishes as they arise naturally in every human being when faced with anothers misery. Wishes for protection, for support, for help. Wishes that everything may turn out well.

This is how everything came into being and I named it "Wishes For Japan".

Ostrov 6

Little Anna

Martha

29 x 21 cm
Watercolor on paper

“Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.” Mark Overby

Anna

Ostrov 4

Acrylic on Paper
22 x 32 cm

Vlad

Vlad
Acrylic on paper
29 x 20 cm
Bucharest, 09.04.2011

The Beautiful Legend of The Snake Who So Much Loved Being Alive

http://scrie-o-poveste.blogspot.com/2010/10/calatoria-sarpelui-primele-plecari-si.html

http://scrie-o-poveste.blogspot.com/search?q=povestea+sarpelui

"...si sarpele simtea cum ii revine viata incetul cu incetul, la fiecare atingere a mainii mici si la fiecare vers cu clinchet subtire... incet, incet a inceput sa se invarteasca si singur si sa rosteasca vorbele descantecului, mai sasaind un pic, mai muscandu-si limba la cate un cuvant pe care nu il intelegea...
ii era putin rusine de ingerul care avea sa vina, ceea ce facuse de cand a plecat din rai nu era de iertat asa usor... dar isi dorea sa traiasca si pentru asta era dispus sa faca multe... chiar sa se intalneasca cu ingerul..."

There Is Nothing Sweeter Than Maternal Love Reflected In The Eyes of a Little Girl

Philipp

Alexis

Luca

Untitled

What happens

Making this video was a transforming experience for me. I first started to pick up some of my drawings, in my intention to illustrate this beautiful poem by Hafiz. But then, while I was still working, I got a strong feeling that something way bigger was unfolding... as if my soul had something to tell me, about me and my life. It is only now, after having completed it, that I begin to realize what happened - and it thrills me. I wish I could find some words to express this, but at the same time I know, there is nothing more to be said or done... I want every single person in my life to consider this as a grateful tribute to each one of them. You made it possible for me to finally discover the Beauty of Life.

Dreaming Houses

Roxana