Category: SOFT PASTEL


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

HAPPINESS by Thomas M. Watt

Give me this and give me that and then give to me you too.

I need more money no more food no more sex, I do.

I cannot sleep I cannot work I have no energy.

I feel like death and in decay I’m tired but can’t sleep.

The thoughts whirl wild all are bad want to bring you down.

This is a man who has been tricked into taking what he’s found.

Find another person’s view – the one who always gives.

Find another who goes on to feed all those who are in need.

Take a stance to listen more to give and to defend,

Be the one who laughs the most and calls humble folks his friends.

Watch what happens when you set out to do what just was said.

Observe the way your life transforms when you live to serve instead.

What is this? No it cannot be oh no it just cannot,

What can be said when we’re misled into thinking what we’ve got,

Is better ours and better kept and better with us too.

And yet the truth that we all know the truth that you can see,

Is the one true key to happiness is that  giving fills all your needs.

-Written by Thomas M. Watt. Visit his blog to view more of  his writting at  http://mcwatty9.wordpress.com/

Birds on the tree- Soft pastel on paper

Birds on the tree- Soft pastel on paper

“Forget about your life situation and pay attention to your life. Your life situation exists in time. Your life is now. Your life situation is mind-stuff. Your life is real.”
Eckhart Tolle

Sleeping Birds

Sleeping Birds -Soft pastel on paper

“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow.  So do it.”
Kurt  Vonnegut

Softpastel on paper- Anncey-France

Softpastel on paper- Anncey-France

I enjoyed a lot painting this one, it is one of my favorite.

“If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”

soft pastel

Venice soft pastel on paper

“Si quieres lastimar a tus padres, y no tienes el valor de ser gay, lo menos que puedes hacer es convertirte en artista. No estoy bromeando. Las artes no son una manera de ganarse la vida. Son una forma muy humana de hacer la vida más soportable. Practicar un arte, no importa cuan bien o mal, es una forma de hacer crecer el alma. Cantar en la ducha. Bailar con la radio. Contar historias. Escribir un poema, aún un poema malo. Hazlo tan bien como puedas. Obtendrás una enorme recompensa. Habrás creado algo.” Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

Do you know what is the best part of being with you?
To feel your warm deep inside even without holding your hands.

Do you know what is the worst part of being with you?
To talk foolishly about everything in our every convesation not saying the word running in my head ” I love you”.

Do you know what is the most exciting part of being with you?
To think same things in the same time and cry and laugh.
To miss you crazily even you are here..

Do you know what is the most painful part of being with you?
To share you with many people even I don’t know
To envy childishly everyone beside you, talk with you.

Do you know what is the happiest part of being with you?
To walk with you side by side on the streets with the doubtfulness of to encounter a familiar face
To get wet under the rain persist of the umbrella in my hand.
To wait for you with a wild flower in my hand..
To eat the same food in the same place.

Do you know what is the most romantic part of being with you?
to find you in every page of books
To tell things to the moon and stars at nights I can’t tell you..
To find you in every pages of book I read, lyrics of songs and poems.

Do you know what is the hardest part of being with you?
To imprison my indescribable feelings that I felt for the first time into a boat in the middle of the hope sea cos of the fear of losing you.
To accomplish being friends not lovers for years. To walk barefoot on the sharpest side of the knife. Put my eyedrops not salt on my bleeding heart.

Do you know what is the only side affect to be with you?

How can you know?

Soft pastel rain in the city

Soft pastel on paper

How can you know?

You were never with me.

If you were with me my hands would had yours..

I wouldn’t make up my mind..

Wouldn’t miss you when you were by me..

Wouldn’t envy..

Wouldn’t scare of walking in streets..

Wouldn’t get wet under rains..

Wouldn’t pour out my problems to the moon and stars, so drunk in every song..

Wouldn’t afraid of losing you, would jump from the boat to the sea with my bleeding feet..

And in each strike I would scream your name..

But you were never with me..

YOUR MIND WAS NOT WITH US OR YOUR HEART.
Can YÜCEL

The moment two bubbles
are united, they both vanish.
A lotus blooms.

Murakami, Kijo

A lotus blooms

Soft pastel-A lotus blooms

What I loved most about you was your voice
Fogged most of the time, like a fresh bread
That calls to love first, then gives a rest
A friend to me all the time, loved all the time

What I loved most about you was your hands
Cool as a spring water, small and white
I saw many bautiful things on this world
The best is to wake up one morning with your hands

What I loved most about you was your eyes
Sometimes a childish blue, sometimes contrarily green
Brightness, health, happiness
None of these is as meaningful as your eyes

What I loved most about you was your smile
Making me happy, growing flowers of hope inside me
It eases all my pains, difficulties
My world finds its meaning when you smile

What I loved most about you was your behavior
Your mercy for the weak, your resistance to unjust
Your being a proud wild tigress
Against injustice and despotism

What I loved most about you was your heart full of love
Your motherhood covering all the children
In this world where loves are sold for one penny
You are the one who holds love above everything

What I loved most about you was your reflection on me
Your existence in me, your being one with me
I loved your your bravery, honesty, pureness
I loved you, I loved you, I loved…

Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan

Translated by Fatih Akgül

Portrait

Portrait

Les Yeux d’Elsa

Tes yeux sont si profonds qu’en me penchant pour boire
J’ai vu tous les soleils y venir se mirer
S’y jeter à mourir tous les désespérés
Tes yeux sont si profonds que j’y perds la mémoire

À l’ombre des oiseaux c’est l’océan troublé
Puis le beau temps soudain se lève et tes yeux changent
L’été taille la nue au tablier des anges
Le ciel n’est jamais bleu comme il l’est sur les blés

Les vents chassent en vain les chagrins de l’azur
Tes yeux plus clairs que lui lorsqu’une larme y luit
Tes yeux rendent jaloux le ciel d’après la pluie
Le verre n’est jamais si bleu qu’à sa brisure ….

Portrait -Soft Pastel

Portrait -Soft Pastel

Il pleut
La terre aspire
La semence des dieux

Serge BRINDEAU

soft pastel

soft pastel on paper

The Longest Distance

The longest distance is not to Africa,
Or China, or India,
Not to the planets
Or the stars that sparkle in the night.
The longest distance is between two minds
that don’t understand each other…
Can Yücel

Happy rainy day

Happy rainy day

TO MAKE A PORTRAİT OF A BİRD
First paint a cage
with an open door
then paint
something pretty
something simple
something beautiful
something useful
for the bird
then place the canvas within a tree
in a garden
in a wood
or in a forest
hide behind the tree
without saying anything
without moving an inch…
Sometimes the bird arrives quickly
but he can also take many years
before deciding
do not become discouraged
wait
wait for years if you have to
the speed or the sluggishness of the bird’s arrival
has no effect
on the outcome of your painting
When the bird arrives
if it arrives
keep the most profound silence
wait for the bird to enter the cage
and when he is inside
gently close the door with the paintbrush
then
erase all of the bars one by one
while taking care not to touch any of the bird’s feathers
then do the tree’s portrait
choosing the most beautiful branch
for the bird
paint the greenery and the freshness of the wind as well
the spray of the sun
and the noise of the animals in the grass in the heat of summer
and then wait for the bird to decide to sing
If the bird doesn’t sing
it’s a bad sign
it’s a sign that your painting is bad
but if it sings it’s a good sign
it’s a sign that you can sign
Then you very gently pluck
one of the bird’s feathers
and you write your name in a corner of the canvas.
Jacque Prévert

Soft pastel on paper

To Make A Portrait Of A Bird -Soft pastel on paper

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

Soft Pastel -Basel-

Soft Pastel -Basel-

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