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Because you are alive, everything is possible.

Thich Nhat Hanh


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

~ Vincent Van Gogh



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”

selfportrit-free fall-wtercolor-ink

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

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”.


drawing on paper

drawing on paper

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



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

Don’t grieve.
Anything you lose
comes round in another form..


watercolor on paper-selfportrait-don’t grieve

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-don’t grieve

Close your eyes and sing…

“To draw, you must close your eyes and sing ”
~Pablo Picasso

life drawing-quick pose 1

life drawing-quick pose 1

life drawing-quick pose 2

life drawing-quick pose 2

“There is no must in art because art is free.”
Wassily Kandinsky

life drawing-quick pose 3

life drawing-quick pose 3

life drawing-quick pose 4

life drawing-quick pose 4

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”
― Rumi

life drawing-quick pose 5

life drawing-quick pose 5

life drawing-quick pose 6

life drawing-quick pose 6

Oh soul,

Oh soul,

you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

Oh soul-portrait

Oh soul-portrait

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

John W. Gardner

Sketch - Cha

Sketch – Cha





Radik Tyulyush… Singer, composer, master of traditional Tuvan throat singing.

Member of Huun-Huur-Tu and he touchs people souls with his great voice! As Van Gogh Said “I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly. “

I want to touch people with my art too:) I am inspired with his last album “Chalama” and ı love painting his mysterious features… Especially when he sings!!

You can listen his last album here: http://chalama.kroogi.com/music?locale=en

Watercolor on paper-Radik Tyulyush

Watercolor on paper-Radik Tyulyush

“Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.”





Radik Tyulyush Sacred voice of Tuvan Nomads

Radik Tyulyush Sacred voice of Tuvan Nomads


Traditional music will always be appreciated by people as something inviolable, sacred, such as the need to maintain any means. It goes through the decades and despite the time remain relevant and versatile.

Tuvan singer and musician Radik Tyulyush began his career with the rock (“UER”, from 1993 – present, “Yat-kha”, 2000-2004) but craving for ethnic roots and traditions prevailed and in 2005 together with Carole Pegg in England (University of Cambridge) Radik recorded his debut album “Tuva: Spirits of my Land”, after which he was invited by the world-renowned group “Huun-Huur-Tu” and works with this group so far.
New stage in Radik’s career will be solo album “Chalama” which will be released in late 2012- beginning 2013. “Chalama” – colored ribbons that tie up the branches of the tree in a sacred place called “ovaa” as a sign of reverence for the universe, the grandeur, beauty, wisdom, nature – everything that we are happy to behold around us. Music written by Radik – like ribbons in the branches of the World Tree of Music and Harmony.

Album “Chalama” include Radik’s own compositions and traditional Tuvan songs arranged by him.


sketchy woman

sketchy woman


it was sketchy in the midnight
like starting a book from th middle part
‘without understanding the starting of it
approaching the end fragment
and being not able to read the end
suddenly falling asleep ‘

‘living you was like that,

sketchy man

sketchy man

Portrait Drawing-My Father

“There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

Vincent van Gogh

Drawing - My father

Drawing – My father

It is Love -Teapot

It is Love that brings Happiness to People.
It is Love that gives Joy to Happiness.


Watercolor - TEA TİME

Watercolor – TEA TİME


“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”

Watercolor on paper

Watercolor on paper

“A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Watercolor on paper- Birds

Watercolor on paper- Birds

ANLAR by Jorge Luis Borges

Eger,yenıden başlayabilseydim yaşamaya,
İkincisinde daha çok hata yapardım.
Kusursuz olmaya çalışmaz,sırtüstü yatardım.
Neşeli olurdum, ilkinde olmadıgım kadar,
Çok az şeyi
Ciddiyetle yapardım.
Temizlik sorun bile olmazdı asla.
Daha çok riske girerdim.
Seyahat ederdim daha fazla.
Daha çok güneş doguşu izler,
Daha çok dağa tırmanır,daha çok nehirde yüzerdim.
Görmedigim bir çok yere giderdim.
Dondurma yerdim doyasıya ve daha az bezelye.
Gerçek sorunlarım olurdu hayali olanların yerine.
Yaşamın her anını gerçek ve verimli kılan insanlardandım.
Yeniden başlayabilseydim eger,yalnız mutlu anlarım olurdu.
Farkında mısınız bilmem. yaşam budur zaten.
Anlar,sadece anlar.Siz de anı yaşayın.
Hiçbir yere yanında su,şemsiye ve paraşüt almadan,
Gitmeyen insanlardandım ben.
Yeniden başlayabilseydim eger,hiçbir şey taşımazdım.
Eger yeniden başlayabilseydim,
İlkbaharda pabuçlarımı fırlatır atardım.
Ve sonbahar bitene kadar yürürdüm çıplak ayaklarla.
Bilinmeyen yollar keşfeder,güneşin tadına varır,
Çocuklarla oynardım,bir şansım olsaydı eger.
Ama işte 85’indeyim ve biliyorumn…

Jorge Luis Borges

Venice- watercolor on paper

Venice- watercolor on paper

There is a place…

“There is a place where voices sing your beauty;
a place where every breath carves your image in my soul.”





“Separation isn’t time or distance
it’s the bridge between us
finer than silk thread sharper than swords”

Nâzım Hikmet

Watercolor on paper

Watercolor 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

Song: How sweet I roam’d from field to field

Blue Bird

Blue Bird by TUANA

How sweet I roam’d from field to field,
And tasted all the summer’s pride,
‘Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew’d me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir’d my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.

Drawing by TUANA.
She is my niece,6 years old and loves painting.

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..





You don’t attach to one thing blindly
You don’t say ‘I cant live without her/him’
Don’t say it
Because you live.
It is not necessary to use such cliched words
Don’t love too much for example. If sHe loves you less, your heart will break
And usually, sHe loves you less than you love her anyway
If you don’t love too much, you won’t get hurt a great deal
If you don’t possess much, you won’t be possessed either..
You don’t possess the building you work in, the table, the telephone, your cards
Don’t even own your hands and your legs
You behave as if they are not yours.
Then if you don’t have anything, you won’t be afraid of losing.
You act as if you could live without them
For example, don’t have much furniture in your home
So you could walk clumsily around.
If you insist on having something
You will have the places where rooftops join the skies
You have the sky
Or the sun, the moon or even the stars
For example the northern star, it will be yours
You should say ‘It is mine’
If you insist on possessing something
Rainbows will be yours for example
If you want to belong to something, belong to the colours
For example to orange or to pink
Or you will belong to paradise
You have to live not possessing much
And not belonging to a great deal
You will live as if life will slip from your palms at anytime
And at the same time, it is yours forever.
You will live attached to life
By its edge

Letter to Pablo Neruda

Señor Neruda,
or may I call you Pablo?

I’ve read your poetry
and many questions come to mind.

I loved every line in
Forgive me Pablo,
my Spanish is very poor.

But I really want to ask about the women:
the lovers, the wives, those nameless whores
on the back streets of Santiago.

Others might also inquire
of your friendship with Lorca,
question his influence on you, yours on him,
the way stars and planets pull at each other.

But Pablo, it’s really the women
that draw me in, like an ocean
unable to escape the moon’s magnetism.

Yet in truth we both know,
you cannot separate women and poetry.
Are they not the same?

When you catch a glimpse of azure sky,
do you not think of a woman’s eyes?
When you touch a woman’s body,
do you not believe there is a God?

And when you are with that woman,
do the words not come easier?
Words of ribbons and hair,
silk sheets and near silent sighs.
Naked phrases offered in praise
and seduction.

And with this done, do we then know
who we are? Was it such a moment
when you wrote,

…and it follows that I am, because of you.

God, I wish I had written that line.
But people who do not chase words
will not understand: only with poetry
can you drink the sky from cupped hands,
taste the clouds, sweet as a woman’s lips.

Pardon me Pablo for presuming to tell you
about poetry. But I too put pen to paper,
offer it to the world, to be consumed
or thrown out with tomorrow’s trash.

So Pablo, mi amigo,
tell me about the women. Clifton King




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


I mean, you must take living so


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-

Drawing “Just walk beside me”



“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”
― Albert Camus

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