Thursday, January 14, 2010

Blue flower

These is the way I imagined the girl who was the first love of Mihai Eminescu after I read his poem “Floare albastra(Blue flower)”. These beautiful young girl with golden hair died when she was just 19. The poet could never forget her and his pain can be felt in his poems. He wrote most of his poems in her memory. She was so beautiful, not only physically. She was like an angel with a beautiful body and soul. She was so pure, so innocent. I’ve never meet her but these poems made me fall in love with her and feel all the feelings the poet felt when he wrote these poems.

BLUE FLOWER

"You ride the clouds and range the sky
Your net about the stars cast;
But do remember dear at last
My soul can never soar so high.

You build tall palaces in Spain
Of fancy's fragile masonry;
You search in vain the sullen sea
And roam Assyria's plains in vain.

The pyramids their summits press
Against the clouded heavens high,
Dear heart, it is not wise to fly
Too far afield for happiness!"

T'was thus she spoke in whispers low,
Her hand laid softly on my head,
But l just laughed and nothing said,
Yet what she told was truth, l know.

"Come where cool crystal brooks complain
Their fleeting fate midst forest greens,
And where the hanging cliff out leans
As though to thunder on the plain.

And somewhere, up some little glade,
To gather raspberries we will climb,
Or sit and watch the sky sublime
From near the rushes' tasselled shade.

While many a story you will tell,
And many a lie you'll whisper too;
But l will read on petals true
You love me not, you love me well.

As rosy as an apple's rind
Will be my cheeks burnt by the sun,
And my long golden hair undone
Around your neck in coils you'll wind.

While if your lips on mine should burn
No one in all the world will know,
My hat is broad...and even so,
T'were only your and my concern.

And whet moon comes shining through
The gap where tangled branches part,
You'll hold me very close, dear heart,
And l will clasp my arms round you.

And when we walk the twilight gloom
Of forest paths that homeward run,
We'll gather many a kiss, each one
As fragrant as the violets' bloom.

And long amid the starlight glow
We'll stand to talk outside my gate,
For no one comes that way so late,
And who should care l love you so?"

Another kiss and she was gone;
Like post l stood in the moan's stream!
O beautiful beyond a dream,
O small blue flower all my own!

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Alas our love that grew so fair
Has flown and faded from that hour,
O my blue flower, my blue flower!
The world is sorrow everywhere.

(Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu)

Friday, January 8, 2010

The lake

I've made these watercolor painting inspired by the poem "Lacul"(The Lake) by Mihai Eminescu. These is one of the many beautiful but sad poems the poet wrote in the memory of his first love, a young girl from his village who has died when she was only 19. The poet could never forget her be cause she was like an angel, a beautiful girl with golden hair and a wonderfull soul who could stay next to the one she loved for a lifetime.
These is a translation of the poem

THE LAKE
Water lilies load all over
The blue lake amid the woods,
That imparts, while in white circles
Startling, to a boat its moods.

And along the strands I'm passing
Listening, waiting, in unrest,
That she from the reeds may issue
And fall, gently, on my breast;

That we may jump in the little
Boat, while water's voices whelm
All our feelings; that enchanted
I may drop my oars and helm;

That all charmed we may be floating
While moon's kindly light surrounds
Us, winds cause the reeds to rustle
And the waving water sounds.

But she does not come; abandoned,
Vainly I endure and sigh
Prostate, as the water lilies
On the blue lake ever lie.
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English version by Dimitrie Cuclin

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Icon of the sin



This is my pencil drawing of a young woman who is hiding the sin behind her fake saint image, like many religious people do. Many religious people are just hiding the sin behind their innocent masks and holly principles they don’t even respect not admiting the fact that what they call “sin” is in the human nature. This is representing the fake saints who judge the others for things they also do behind their religious masks and lies.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Pure love and passion


There are moments when I need to feel loved. There are moments when I need to be covered by love. I've made this pencil drawing yesterday dreaming of a moment of pure love and passion. This is how I imagined myself in the warm candle light next to my love who is kissing my delicate body so sweet and tenderly

Friday, December 4, 2009

Pleiades

This is my newest oil painting of the Pleiades, the seven sisters, followers of Artemis, daughters of Atlas and Pleione

Friday, November 13, 2009

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

New pen drawing


This is my newest pen drawing representing one of my most beautiful fantasies. This is the way I imagine me with a beautiful young woman in a dream landscape, standing in the warm shallow water that is reflecting the hypnotic blue light above like a mirrror. The city is far and we are here, just us standing in the blue shallow water