I am a privileged person, yes I realize this now more then ever.
I am happy most of the times, sometimes not.
I live in a place I have chosen to live, surrounded by people I love and they love me back.
I am able to pay for my every day needs and passions.
I can speak out loud, give my opinion about daily issues or politics in freedom.
I can write whatever I want without being punished.
I am a woman but to me this has always been an advantage. Luckily I was born in a free country where women and men are treated equally.
Unfortunately I am one of the few lucky ones.
Many peoply are not so fortunate…
because of hunger, discrimination, poverty, religion or war.
Yes, I am privileged, my small world is beautiful but the big world is not.
But now everything is changing…
some people think they have the right to decide what I have to think or feel. If I am saying things they do not approve of they feel they have a duty to kill me just to keep my mouth shut.
What is happening?
But I do not want to be silent, I want to scream NO, STOP, We do not tolerate your extremism and violence. We ignore you and keep on talking, shouting and screaming as much as we like, in Freedom.
Monique Lucy Weberink
Mikhail Vrubel. Six winged Seraph (after Pushkin’s poem Prophet), 1905
Emila Medková, née Emila Tláskalová (19 November 1928 – 19 September 1985) was a Czech photographer, one of the important exponents of the Czech art photography in the second half of the 20th century. Her work was influenced by Surrealism. She was the wife of painter Mikuláš Medek.
James Abbot McNeill Whistler (1894-1903)
A Dancing woman in a Pink robe, seen from the back
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance, Dance, Dance till you drop.
“I love to dance, it does not matter if it is a Tango, a Foxtrot, a Samba or a Jive, just like to move my body on the rhythm of music…I just can not sit still. Other people get their kick out of shopping, playing Foxy Bingo, or singing. But as for me, dancing is my thing. The dance floor has always been my comfort zone.
Dancing is a natural movement of the body and has always been popular! Personally I love the music of the roaring twenties, the swinging age…in music, dances, dresses and names like Heavenly Sugar and Shining Pearl.
For sure you must have a soul
Somewhere there buried inside
With strong metal welded shut tide
You play your mister perfect role
But things are not as they always seem
Fragile are the walls that you keep up
And if I could peak through the cracks
Its all just compromises into extreme
Why don’t you show your true face now
For once lower the wooden painted mask
I beg you to show me your teardrops
All I get is a lonely sounding sough
I admit when you do I might run scared
Your face forward straight and open wide
With eyes as window holes without the glass
It happened right after you no longer cared
Shadows growing on the walls and floors
The room gets dark and a struggle starts
Its following me and freaking me inside out
Paranoid trying to escape via narrow doors
Personal private sufferings took control
You committed suicide of your inner self
I know noble thoughts are fighting inside
just figure out whats wrong with your soul
I want to run away from you for good
To be the one who ditches you hard
Make you feel the same pain and anger
Being the girl who did what she could
Taken your passion and your freedom restrained
Trying to break your soul free from its cage
Bittersweet deep down up till its solid core
but the key to unlock is all that maintained
I am forced to lie, but do whatever it takes
Shorty said, exactly that and not a bit more
Every wise man should know himself to be a foul
To save you even when it takes till day breaks
Its made from paper so there is nothing to destroy
Only delineate it to get it back to the surface
Writing memories down with different colors of ink
Red curves for our love and black words to deploy
Watching the ink lines getting sucked dry
I just elegantly reclaimed my true soul mate
You are not going to take me down again
If erasing is the only option, I wonder why
Then that is what I will do.
Monique Lucy Weberink
Love this song very much !!!
Love this song very much !!!
Anna May Wong, photo taken by Edward Steichen
Edward J. Steichen (March 27, 1879 – March 25, 1973) was an American photographer, painter, and art gallery and museum curator. He was the most frequently featured photographer in Alfred Stieglitz‘ groundbreaking magazine Camera Work during its run from 1903 to 1917. Steichen also contributed the logo design and a custom typeface to the magazine. In partnership with Stieglitz, Steichen opened the “Little Galleries of the Photo-Secession”, which was eventually known as 291, after its address. This gallery presented among the first American exhibitions of (among others) Henri Matisse, Auguste Rodin, Paul Cézanne, Pablo Picasso, and Constantin Brâncuşi. Steichen’s photos of gowns designed by couturier Paul Poiret in the magazine Art et Décoration in 1911 are regarded as the first modern fashion photographs ever published. Serving in the US Army in World War I (and the US Navy in the Second World War), he commanded significant units contributing to military photography. He was a photographer for the Condé Nast magazines Vogue and Vanity Fair from 1923–1938, and concurrently worked for many advertising agencies including J. Walter Thompson. During these years Steichen was regarded as the best known and highest paid photographer in the world. Steichen directed the war documentary The Fighting Lady, which won the 1945 Academy Award for Best Documentary. After World War II he was Director of the Department of Photography at New York’s Museum of Modern Art until 1962. While at MoMA, in 1955 he curated and assembled the exhibit The Family of Man. The exhibit eventually traveled to sixty-nine countries, was seen by nine million people, and sold two and a half million copies of a companion book. In 1962, Steichen hired John Szarkowski to be his successor at the Museum of Modern Art.
Unexpectedly two worlds collide
One look and theres a bridge
‘The strongest heartbeat
Suddenly felt in no time
Wouldn’t it be enough
that you’ll never be hurt anymore
Your eyes are revealing you
screaming words of love
Both fervently wishing
may it be in north or south
It will always end with you
and I’ll always end in your arms
I want to hear those words
those words that your eyes
are shouting to mine
And as your fortress
I will be the one to save you
We are always asking
where we’ll be going;
Barefooted and dazzled, to you
I’m brought by destiny’s storm
Why don’t you tell me
All you want to; don’t let the wind
carry those long waited words
I’m always beside you to listen.
Alyssa V. Agas
Painting Ivan Aivazovsky
A Strong Wind