Category: ART


On Living by Nâzım Hikmet

ON LİVİNG
Living is no laughing matter:
You must take it seriously.
So much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied
behind your back,
your back to the wall
or else in a laboratory
in your white coat and safety glasses,
you can die for people –
even for people whose faces you’ve
never seen,
even though you know living
is the most real, most beautiful
thing.
I mean, you must take living so
seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you’ll
plant olive trees –
and not for your children, either,
but because, although you fear death you
don’t believe it,
because living, I mean, weighs heavier.”
― Nâzım Hikmet

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Because you are alive, everything is possible.

Thich Nhat Hanh

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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

PABLO NERUDA

 

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“I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly. ”

~ Vincent Van Gogh

 

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What you seek is seeking you.

_Rumi

 

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Simurg, painting by Ertuğrul Doğru

“There is no must in art because art is free”

_Wassily Kandinsky

 

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You amuse me with your touch
although I can’t see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven’t seen your lips
You are hidden from me.
But it is you who keeps me alive
Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me.
Rumi

 

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I wish I had the courage
To speak of this secret
To tell the world
About this love
Isn’t lack of wanting
Isn’t lack of desire
You are my wanting
My greatest desire
I wish I could speak loud about
This healthy madness
That is to be in your arms
Lost in your kisses
Feeling crazy by desire
I wish I could recite verses
Sing to the four winds
The words that spring
You’re the inspiration
My motivation
I wish I could speak of dreams
Tell my secret desire
Of leaving everything
To live with you
This ulterior desire

 

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I want your sun to reach my raindrops

I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud

_Rumi

 

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THE ORPHAN’S LAMENT, HUUN HUUR TU

In Tuvan folklore, the orphan is a key figure who shows the central impor­tance of love and family relationships. Deprived of parents, orphans are con­sidered the unluckiest of humans, even if they own lots of animals and have plenty of money.

THE ORPHAN’S LAMENT
I’m alone, I’m an orphan If I’d died as a baby.
If as a baby I’d died It wouldn’t have been such a misfor­tune
I’m alone, I’m an orphan
If I’d died as a newborn in the cradle
If as a newborn in the cradle I’d died
No one would have needed my thick­ened blood (placenta)
[i.e., it would have been better to have been aborted
than to have had such an unfortunate life]
We feel pity for a tiny bird
That tumbles from a broken nest
We feel pity for a baby
Who has lost his mother
The fate of the universe Can’t be held back
Even if my dying mother stood up and came to me
She wouldn’t add to my happiness

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.

You can study God through everything and everyone in the universe, because God is not confined in a mosque, synagogue or church. But if you are still in need of knowing where exactly His abode is, there is only one place to look for him: in the heart of a true lover.

_Shams Tabrizi

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watercolor on paper

William Golding: Art As Discovery

“When I did as I was told; when I drew and painted in obedience I was praised judiciously. I would make a good teacher, perhaps, a man who knew all the ropes and understood why each thing must be done. Set a problem, and I could produce the straight, the safe academic answer. Yet sometimes I would feel myself connected to the well inside me and then I broke loose. There would come into my whole body a feeling of passionate certainty. Not that – but this! Then I would stand the world of appearances on its head, would reach in and down, would destroy savagely and re-create – not for painting or precisely for art with a capital A, but for this very concrete creation itself. If, like Philip and Diogenes, I had been looking for an honest man in my own particular racket I should have found him then he would have been myself. Art is partly communication but only partly. The rest is discovery. I have always been the creature of discovery.”
-William Golding “Free Fall”

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selfportrit-free fall-wtercolor-ink

“Whatever you resist you become. If you resist anger, you are always angry. If you resist sadness, you are always sad. If you resist suffering, you are always suffering. If you resist confusion,you are always confused. We think that we resist certain states because they are there, but actually they are there because we resist them.”
— Adyashanti

wtaercolor painting  by azhykma

wtaercolor painting by azhykma

Katun is one of the major rivers at Altay, it’s 688 km long and starts at the height of 2000 m at south Altay mountains, being fed by melting glaciers, smaller rivers, and Chuya river (along which passes Chuysky Trakt – the road to Mongolia).
From far, Katun looks like a green river, that is because there’s a lot of limestone in the water, so the light is reflected in a strange way. Katun is not very wide: closer to Gorno-Altaysk it is just 20-30 meters wide and up towards the stream it may be 50 meters wide.
The stream in the river is quite strong, but it is possible to walk in at some places and swim a little bit, especially that the water during summer is not very cold. Katun is also great for fishing.
The main attraction of Katun is that for years, since the Soviet times, it has been a mecca for water tourism and rafting trips. Katun has a wide range of rapids of all kinds and complexities. It is a good place both for beginners and advanced rafters. There are a few annual rafting championships taking place at Katun.

Dimitry Paranyushkin
Photos : Azhykmaa

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun river, Altay mountains, Russia,shepherd

Katun &Chuya River , Altay mountains, Russia

Katun &Chuya River , Altay mountains, Russia

Katun &Chuya River , Altay mountains, Russia

Katun &Chuya River , Altay mountains, Russia

Katun &Chuya River , Altay mountains, Russia

Katun &Chuya River , Altay mountains, Russia

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A LEGEND OF THE IGIL
A long time ago there was Ösküs-ool, who lived with his aged father and whose entire wealth consisted of three goats. Early in the spring, one of the noyon old mares foaled and died of exhaustion. The noyon ordered the foal to be taken to the steppe and thrown to the wolves, saying that losing one foal wasn’t going to make him poor. Ösküs-ool took pity on the foal, taking him as his own and feeding him on the milk of his own goats. The foal grew up to be a wonderful grey racer with a white star on his head. In the races Ösküs-ool’s horse began to beat all the noyon’s horses and won fame throughout Tuva. Out of hatred and spite the noyon ordered his men to kill Ösküs-ool’s horse, and they drove her over a high cliff.

Ösküs-ool, not finding his beloved horse anywhere, passed out from fatigue, dreaming of his horse who spoke to him with human voice. ” You will find my remains at the bottom of great cliff. Hang my skull on an old larch tree, the wood of which you will use to make musical instrument, and its face ill be the skin of my muzzle, and its strings will be of the hair of my tail. When you begin to play on this instrument, my double will come to you from the upper( heavenly ) kingdom.” Ösküs-ool did all this as his horse had said in the dream and began to play. He remembered his horse, how was a small little foal and how they played together, he remembered how they won the races, and he played and wept, and it was as if the instrument wept together with him. Ösküs-ool become angry thinking of the evil noyon, and all of his longing and anger found reflection in his playing, and that’s why it is said that the igil is such a complex instrument, with such great expressive possibilities.

Öksüs-ool played for a long time, and the people listened for a long time and laughed and cried together with him as they listened. Suddenly on top of a high mountain the clouds parted and there came down from the heavens a beautiful grey foal – an exact copy of his horse, and he wasn’t alone but with him was an entire herd of black and white horses.

From them on, so they say, Tuvans do not throw the skull of a horse on the ground, but always hang it on a tree. This tradition was strongly preserved in Tuva until the 40s.

Konstantin Khlynov

The music of Altai Kai exudes the energy and mystery of a snow-capped mountainous homeland in which powerful spirits need to be brought on side in order for herders and hunters to survive. By combining kai (‘throat-singing’ whereby a single performer creates a melody fattened by spectral overtones) and traditional instruments (horse-hair fiddles, lutes, jaw’s harps, end-blown pipes and shamanic drum) with their own song-writing, this prize-winning six-piece group evokes the mythology, beliefs and everyday ambience of the sacred ‘golden’ Altai Mountains of southern Siberia.

THE LEGEND OF THE DEMIR-KHOMUS

The demir-khomus has existed among the Tuvans since time immemorial. The demir-khomus has a chamber sound, and therein lies its special charm.

Its origin is connected in folk memory with the tragedy of star-crossed lovers. The story goes that there lived a young girl who was given against her will to be the wife of a rich man. The young man who loved her was a skilled blacksmith, and when this happened he forged a khomus for himself. Playing on the khomus, he forgot about food and sleep, pouring out all the feeling that overflowed from his soul. In the end, he went out of his mind and killed himself by jumping off a cliff into a swift mountain river. His lover fled from the rich man, and finding out about this, she threw herself off the very same cliff. Only the khomus forged by the hands of the unhappy lover remained.

Konstantin Khlynov

 

YULİYANA KRİVOSHAPKİNA «Uhuktuu» (Awakening) Yakut khomus music

What is the history behind the developement of khöömei?

The phenomenon of Tuvan throat-singing, with its various styles of performance, continues to amaze people. The spiritual world of the Tuvans, like their lifestyle itself, consolidated and embodied the freedom-loving impulses of the steppe dwellers, the inhabitants of Inner Asia.

If one imagines how endless a steppe road is, how unhurried a Tuvan horse’s tread or pensive a camel’s step is, how far steppe roads and mountain paths stretch, then it will not be difficult to realize that the life of a Tuvan in the steppe is inconceivable without sygyt-khöömei, a symbol of the Tuvan steppe that is as quiet, measured, and interminable as life itself. It is not without reason that Tuvans puzzled ethnographers when they could not answer the question: “How old are you?” The matter was not that they were unable to count. This question itself made no sense to them because time per se was an abstract notion.

Nature created a striking acoustic effect in the mountains and steppes of Tuva, where every loud word echoes with deafening reiterations. Over time Tuvans learned how to extract from these sounds the incomparable melodies that are the hallmark of the Tuvan national singing tradition. This is why from time immemorial Tuvan throat singing has been the eternal companion of singers and storytellers.

A khöömeizhi was a welcome and honored guest in any yurt, who always gave his listeners the gift of his music, born in the heart and soul of his people. The melodies of khöömei accompanied the Tuvan people in all their joys and sorrows.

Khöömei Is a phenomenon close to the soul of the Tuvan people a means of expressing the Tuvan worldview, a symbol of Tuvan spirituality, and the key to the spirit of the Tuvan people. It is in khöömei that Tuvans found consolation in their hour of need ancient times khöömei has helped Tuvans persevere, overcome hardships with dignity, and preserve their humanity.

If a nation loses its own unique identity, it will disappear from the face of the earth. Current data make it abundantly clear that not only of researchers, but also members of the younger generation are trying to preserve the art of singing, as well as the customs, rituals, and traditions of the Tuvan people. By exploring and researching Tuvan throat singing, we are able to revive all genres of musical culture long songs (uzun yrlar), short songs (kiska yrlar), refrains and ditties (kozhamyktar), as well as instrumental works for such traditional instruments as igil, byzaanchi, doshpuluur, khomus (mouth harp), and other bowed, plucked, wind, and percussion instruments

Khöömei is an art that attracts the attention not only of connoisseurs of folk music, but also of all those who would like to learn about the history of the music and the spiritual world of the Tuvan people, and of their lyrical and ritual songs. Every ethnic group has contributed to the development of human civilization and global cultural heritage. Tuvans likewise have their own contribution of great value, which has been passed down for centuries from generation to generation, and that is khöömei. Locals have preserved in memory several techniques of this art, including khöömei, ezengilleer borbangnadyr kargyraa, and sygyt.

ZOYA KYRGYS

THE MYSTERY OF TUVAN KHÖÖMEI ( THROAT SINGING)

INTERNATIONAL SCIENTIFIC CENTER “KHÖÖMEI” REPUBLIC OF TUVA

This publication is protected by the law of the Russian Federation ob avtorskom prave ( ” On copyright”) .

Paul Pena played blues with the greats T-Bone Walker, B.B. King, and Bonnie Raitt. In 1995, the blind bluesman became the first American ever to compete in an unusual contest of multi-harmonic “throatsinging.”

The Autonomous Republic of Tuva, wedged between Siberia and Mongolia, for centuries has been isolated from the rest of the world by jagged mountains and Soviet restrictions. Only recently have the Tuvan art form of throatsinging become known to outsiders.

Pena discovered Tuvan throatsinging on a shortwave program of Radio Moscow twelve years ago. Multiple voices emanated from a single vocalist and the sounds gripped him like nothing he had ever heard. For the next nine years he worked to produce similar overtones with his own voice and to incorporate throatsinging into his blues music.

Unexpectedly in 1993, Pena discovered that Tuvan throatsingers were on their first concert tour of the U.S.. After their performance, the deep-voiced bluesman broke into his own self-taught style of throatsinging and serenaded the musicians with Tuvan traditional songs! The throatsingers were amazed by Pena’s mastery of the Tuvan art form and likened his rich voice to the sounds of tremors in the earth. They insisted that “Chershemjer” (Earthquake) travel to Tuva for the next tri-ennial throatsinging contest which would be held in 1995.

Eleven years after he first heard throat singing, Paul Pena entered the National Theatre of Tuva to make history. The blind bluseman’s performance was so well received, he became the 1995 throatsinging champion in the style of kargyraa. He also captured the “audience favorite” award for the week-long competition. The Tuvan people had never seen or heard anyone like him.

Pena was honored by the Tuvan people, not only because he mastered kargyraa, but he also learned to speak their language. His friendship flourished with Kongar-ol Ondar, the throatsinging champion who had invited Pena three years earlier. Ondar hosted Pena as the bluesman experienced the country he once believed he would never visit.

“Genghis Blues” is a film about exploration and friendship. It is the story of a man whose struggle in life is not defined by conformity and rules but by an unquenchable curiosity, and love of music. Pena’s story is truly an inspiration to all.

www.genghisblues.com

Art of Tea

“The ‘art of tea’ is a spiritual force for us to share.”

~ Alexandra Stoddard

watercolor on paper - teapot

watercolor on paper – teapot

“If you want to awaken all of humanity,
then awaken all of yourself,
if you want to eliminate the suffering in the world,
then eliminate all that is negative in yourself.
Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that
of your own self-transformation.”

— Lao Tzu

watercolor on paper - selfportrait

watercolor on paper – selfportrait

This love is the rose that blooms forever.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper - selfportrait - love

watercolor on paper – selfportrait – love

HIDDEN MUSIC by RUMİ

You are searching the world for
treasure but the real treasure is
yourself. If you are tempted by
bread, you will find only bread.
What you seek for you become.

Your earthly lover can be very
charming and coquettish but never
very faithful. The true lover is the
one who on your final day
opens a thousand doors.

watercolor on paper by azhykmaa

watercolor on paper by azhykmaa

“Through my love for you,
I want to express my love for the whole cosmos,
the whole of humanity, and all beings.
By living with you,
I want to learn to love everyone and all species.
If I succeed in loving you,
I will be able to love everyone and
all species on Earth… This is the real message of love.”

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh, Teachings on Love

watercolor-selfportrait-the real message of love

watercolor-selfportrait-the real message of love

“Your vision will become clear only
when you can look into your own heart.
Who looks outside, dreams;
who looks inside, awakes.”
~ Carl Jung

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watercolor on paper – selfportrait

“Love means to reach for the sky
and with every breath to tear a
hundred veils. Love means to step
away from the ego, to open the eyes
of inner vision and not to take this
world so seriously”
~ Rumi

watercolor - selfportrait

watercolor – selfportrait

TUVAN THROAT SİNGİNG

Tuvan Throat-Singing

Tuvans living in southern Siberia, the Russian Federation, is a community of Turkish origin. Unlike other Turkish communities have the Buddhist faith. Shamanism in Tuva live lives as well. However, with the recognition of the world ‘s most important cultural elements Tuvans their own types of music.
There are two types of Tuvan music: first “ırlar”, folk songs known to all Turkish communities. “Kojamık” referred to the so-called type, the more improvised and sung by bickering, beat faster when compared to a form of folk song. However, with the recognition of Tuva and the second kind of wake-up music, music from around the world wonder, he could say to those skilled melodies throat.
The tradition of throat singing Tuvans, Khakas neighbors, Altays, Yakutsk, the Mongols, and even in different parts of the world are also available. But the reality of a world-recognized performers, the best song of throat is the most common way in Tuva Tuva throat is said to songs. Höömey generally known as the four main types of songs Tuva throat. These species kargıraa, borbannadyr, sygyt, and is referred to as ezengileer. This slow and fast rhythm of the song names on whether throat, varies according to instruments used in rhythm.

Prof. Dr. Ekrem ARIKOĞLU

You said, “I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, a better one than this.
Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate;
and my heart is — like a corpse — buried.
How long will my mind remain in this wasteland.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years destroying and wasting.”

You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
and you will grow gray in these same houses.
Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other —
There is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have destroyed your life here
in this little corner, you have ruinded it in the entire world.

soft pastel - selfportrait

soft pastel – selfportrait

There’s always a Little Truth behind Every “Just Kidding”,
A Little Knowledge Behind Every “I Don’t Know”,
A Little Emotion behind Every “I Don’t Care”,
A Little Pain behind Every “It’s Okay”.

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drawing on paper

“True art awakens the
Extraordinary
Ovation”

~ Hafez

watercolor on paper - selfportrait

watercolor on paper – selfportrait

“Because you are alive, everything is possible.”
― Thích Nhất Hạnh

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-everything is possible

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-everything is possible

Whatever happens in your life,
no matter how troubling things might seem,
do not enter the neighbourhood of despair.
Even when all doors remain closed,
God will open up a new path only for you.
Be thankful!
It is easy to be thankful when all is well.
A Sufi is thankful not only for
what he has been given
but also for all that he has been denied.

~ Shams of Tabrizi

Whatever happens in your life

Whatever happens in your life

Your body is away from me
But there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait

watercolor on paper-selfportrait

“Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.”
John W. Gardner

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drawing-selfportrait

A good artist lets his intuition

“A good traveler has no fixed plans
and is not intent upon arriving.
A good artist lets his intuition
lead him wherever it wants.”

~ Laozi

drawing - portrait - a good artist

drawing – portrait – a good artist

POUR FAIRE LE PORTRAIT D’UN OISEAU

Peindre d’abord une cage
avec une porte ouverte
peindre ensuite
quelque chose de joli
quelque chose de simple
quelque chose de beau
quelque chose d’utile
pour l’oiseau
placer ensuite la toile contre un arbre
dans un jardin
dans un bois
ou dans une forêt
se cacher derrière l’arbre
sans rien dire
sans bouger…
Parfois l’oiseau arrive vite
mais il peut aussi bien mettre de longues années
avant de se décider
Ne pas se décourager
attendre
attendre s’il le faut pendant des années
la vitesse ou la lenteur de l’arrivée de l’oiseau
n’ayant aucun rapport
avec la réussite du tableau
Quand l’oiseau arrive
s’il arrive
observer le plus profond silence
attendre que l’oiseau entre dans la cage
et quand il est entré
fermer doucement la porte avec le pinceau
puis
effacer un à un les barreaux
en ayant soin de ne toucher aucune des plumes de l’oiseau
Faire ensuite le portrait de l’arbre
en choisissant la plus belle de ses branches
pour l’oiseau
peindre aussi le vert feuillage et la fraîcheur du vent
la poussière du soleil
et le bruit des bêtes de l’herbe dans la chaleur de l’été
et puis attendre que l’oiseau se décide à chanter
Si l’oiseau ne chante pas
c’est mauvais signe
signe que le tableau est mauvais
mais s’il chante c’est bon signe
signe que vous pouvez signer
Alors vous arrachez tout doucement
une des plumes de l’oiseau
et vous écrivez votre nom dans un coin du tableau.
Jacques Prévert

soft pastel-pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau

soft pastel-pour faire le portrait d’un oiseau

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