Sunday, November 29, 2020

Maana ki hum yaar nahi...

Phool Jo Band Hai Panno Mein
Tum Usko Dhool Bana Dena

Baat Chhide Jo Meri Kahin
Tum Usko Bhool Bataa Dena

Lekin Wo Bhool Ho Aisi
Jis’se Bezaar Nahin

Lekin Wo Bhool Ho Aisi
Jis’se Bezaar Nahin

Tu Jo Soye Toh Meri Tarah
Ik Pal Ko Bhi Karaar Nahin
Maana Ki Hum Yaar Nahi…

If you were an artist...


 If you were an artist

how would you paint me?

With deep solid strokes 

or your brush sweeping softly?

Would you paint me by number,

quickly fill in the lines

or sketch me first, 

taking your time? 

Would you use vibrant colors

or plain shades of gray?

Would you change me in any way?

Would you hang me proudly

and gaze at me often

or tuck me away

until I'm forgotten?

~Christy Ann Martine

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Move on...


 

If somebody steps on your shoes and ruins them, don't freak out.. get a new pair of shoes. If you miss something, don't freak out.. there's nothing you can do to change it.. just move on.
Usher

Monday, November 23, 2020

Depths...


The more I drive myself into the depth of my inside, the more things come up to my vision, visibly or invisibly... I even do not know if I am seeing them with my eye or with my mind. I just need to copy them on my canvases. But this mental process is always overwhelming. I often have hard time to deal with my emotion on this state. You could call this depression on surface? But actually, so many 're-birth' and 'reform' are going on on my thoughts, inspiration, philosophy...etc in the underwater. I believe this struggle make my art real. My art always comes from my emotion.

Hiroko Sakai



Human face...


“Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?” 

– Pablo Picasso

Repeat...


 

The story will repeat until you get it.

Nitya Prakash

You don't...


"Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't."

 – Meredith Grey

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Amica...


Noi non potemo avere perfetta vita senza amici.

-Dante

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Dark side of the moon...


And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact
it's all dark."

-Pink Floyd


Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Wild woman...


Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet.

If you have met one, hold on to her, she'll allow you into her chaos but she'll also show you her magic.

Nikki Rowe

Classy...


Think twice before you speak, because your words and influence will plant the seed of either success or failure in the mind of another.

Napoleon Hill

Thursday, November 12, 2020

Chaos...


I won't deny my peace

To meet you in your chaos!

Eternal kind of beauty...


“There are two types of beauty. The one that smacks you across the face and is plastered on magazine covers. And then there’s the type that grows on you. The one you don’t expect. The one that poets and authors write about, the eternal kind.”
 

Saturday, November 7, 2020

The chains...


The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.

Anthony Liccione

The past...


Because the past doesn't disappear.

It lingers inside us, in our present.

-Chiara


Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Bokeh...


Bokeh pictures are proof that, being out of focus is beautiful too!

- Unknown

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

She's proof...


“She’s proof that you can walk through hell and still be an angel.

 R.H. Sin



Sunday, November 1, 2020

Do you love me?


It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me.

"Do you love me?" I ask.

In your hesitation I found my answer.

-Lang Leav

The demons...



The demons you have are what motivate you to make your art. This is what drives the detective, this is what drives the painter, this is what drives the writer: a conflicting urge to forget pain and at the same time remember it and fight for some kind of justice. I know these powerful things are inside of me and everyone in some way or another.

Tom Reiss