Showing posts with label creative art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative art. Show all posts

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Yiruma. River Flows in You.


The music of a talented South-Korean musician Yiruma bears special qualities. His simple yet tender melodies awaken the stream of warm feelings. Composition River Flows in You is one of the most recognized and beautiful pieces he has composed.




Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Nouvelle Vague


Came across this song and paintings on YouTube, simply poetic...


Paintings by Jean-Pierre Gibrat,video by nnigani
lyrics by The Wake, Nouvelle Vague cover version.


This a page from my diary
The fifteen day of November
This a page from my diary
What happened that day
I don't remember

But I do remember when
I wrote these words and then
And then reread them
Slowly to myself
Without emotion

And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela
Tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela
O Pamela

I have no soul
I'm as cold as December
Maybe twice as cold
And I'm as white as the snow
Because of my age
But my hand was shaking
As I wrote this page
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela
Tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela
O Pamela you have everything
Everything you bargained for
Everything you worked for
Everything you would have killed for
Take everything

Open the door
I'll let the rain pour in
And first thing in the morning
The telephone rings
Pamela says
'Oh look at the time'
Believe me, that's the last thing on my mind
Will you take a walk with me in the sunshine
O Pamela, before it's too late
Will you take a walk with me by the ocean
O Pamela, before it's too late


-The Wake

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The Perfect Song


Starry Night, Vincent Van Gogh

Where can I find the words to harbor
Those happy moments walked under the sunlight
Where do I find the imperfect semantics
That will contain the perfect substance?
That even a sceptic could not challenge
That even the most evil one would cherish.

When night spills over the tired town
And stars emerge on a perfect canvas
The moon will witness the words fall down
Right through the rooftop onto your eyelids
Night will steer away all your fears,
Night will be whispering to your ears
Sounds so subtle, yet flawlessly clear
These tender words of love my dear.

Where can I find the perfect music
To invite the words for a little shuffle?
Just like the wind is chanting through tree leaves
Just like the sky looks at me through your blue eyes

Morning will be unwrapping the canvas
Morning will touch you with its perfect music
Morning will bring us the joy of substance
These tender sounds of love, so soothing
Morning will steer away our fears
Morning will be singing in our ears
Keynotes so subtle yet flawlessly clear
This perfect music is love my dear.

May 2013




Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Einstein's Quotes


Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. 

All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree.

Everything that can be counted does not necessarily count; everything that counts cannot necessarily be counted.

I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.

Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.

We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if mankind is to survive. 

-Albert Einstein

Monday, August 27, 2012

Creativity

Painting my Marta De Andres
The creative process is a cocktail of instinct, skill, culture, and a highly creative feverishness. It is not like a drug; it is a particular state when everything happens very quickly, a mixture of consciousness and unconsciousness, of fear and pleasure; it’s a little like making love, the physical act of love.

-Francis Bacon

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Johnny Depp Quotes

Creative Art by Jeannette Woitzik

I like the challenge of trying different things and wondering whether it's going to work or whether I'm going to fall flat on my face.

There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

People say I make strange choices, but they're not strange for me. My sickness is that I'm fascinated by human behavior, by what's underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.

I'm not sure I'm adult yet. 

Am I a romantic? I've seen 'Wuthering Heights' ten times. I'm a romantic.