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Sunday 9 October 2011

Poem: Hands, Fingers and Arms




I imagine my HANDS 
...having a watch to count the good deeds
...having strength to raise children so they would be brave
...having posture to express more empathy than conformity
...using sparks that light up the hearts in need
...having enough warmth to offer shelter in the coldest of times
...having wisdom to share with others
...can set aside the differences between us
...knowing every forest like the back of the hand
 
I imagine my FINGERS 
...making symphonies with the stroke of grain
...are able to speak to the deaf
...don't tremble at the thought of fear
...can paint a better picture
...reaching into the deepest places in search for truth
...can recite old, forgotten tales
...can untangle the mysteries of the universe
...are the best toys and learning tools

I imagine my ARMS 
...are as soft as pillows, that dry away the sadness
...are calming like the sea waves
...are not tired after a days work
...have the power to stand the time
...are growing new flowers
...offering support to every blossom or seed
...can dance joyfully with anyone
...can welcome birth and death with the same grace

and in the end I imagine they are able to forgive 
                what has or hasn't been done







Tuesday 23 August 2011

Poem: Willow twig


A new poem and slideshow.

"

a tree abandoned by the forest
and overshadowed by the sky
                knows this kind of loneliness
where no doe would seek shelter
and no bee share its fruits
                seeds fall gently into the stream
where the wind gives no answers
and the clouds race forward
                offer no shoulder to the teary twig
there the roots are small, yet they find
a way through the hardest of soils
                and the driest of seasons
hide in a place where the fire
                doesn't turn cold
"

Saturday 13 August 2011

Poem: Silhouettes


I've made a video with drawings, photographs made through the years and a poem - Silhouettes, written this year. So, here it is now, hope you like it.



"our feet move as million lights go on and off
in our bedrooms; where we keep each others
secrets; there are still corners of our skin,
that we haven't yet discovered; and it's strange
how your whole body fits on the windowsill
                our eyes live a life of their own
judging all of our shells; with dreams in our
hands, yet still looking tiny to the world; our
lungs keep count of the steps we've taken;
stretching the hands above our heads; making
flying birds with our fingers; few inches into
the air they reach, makes us feel closer to the universe
                our bodies lie naked in the soil
dancers born between the night and day;
catching the feeling of infinity on wide
open plains; there's no need to feel shame;
after all, the sun doesn't make any difference in
                silhouettes between your body and mine"

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Tuesday 2 August 2011

Poem: Remembering Imprints




sway, sway, sway
through the winter wind
bended wings in the snowcovered land
these nights I keep dreaming of the sea
wrapped under the warmth of an endless horizon

on the night sky I chose a light
to break the loneliness of sitting on the roof
more and more faces have faded, lacking time
mirrors can talk, but never listen
shadows creep out of their shape

glitter on the eyelashes melts
feels like going blind
there are many reflections of me
but none of them is true
still they are lasting

living without playing any roles
left out of other peoples' stories
never to show all the cards
you can move on, but never really leave
your heart, like the snow,
                -- remembering imprints

Saturday 2 July 2011

Breastfeeding through art

After pregnancy and childbirth collections, the next logical step is a breastfeeding art collection.

A newborn baby has only three demands.  They are warmth in the arms of its mother, food from her breasts, and security in the knowledge of her presence.  Breastfeeding satisfies all three.  ~Grantly Dick-Read

Isis breastfeeding Horus (source)

Egyptian bottle showing breastfeeding (source)
Detail from a 15th century French manuscript illustration (source)




The Virgin Mary Nursing Her Child by Hans Memling (source)
The Holy Family by Rembrandt (source)
Detail of a wood engraving from the 15th century (source)
The Birth of Saint John the Baptist by Domenico Grihlandaio (source)
Holy Family by Francisco de Zurbaran (source)
Virgin of the Green Cushion by Solario (source)
The Storm by Giorgione (source)
Madonna & Child by Guido Reni (source)
Detail from cathedral in Lima, Peru


Nursing does not diminish the beauty of a woman's breasts; it enhances their charm by making them look lived in and happy.  ~Robert A. Heinlein


 

The wet nurse by Mattia Pretti (source)
From British Museum, London


From cathedral in Madrid, Spain
Lady Mary Boyle by Sir Godfrey Kneller

Mother breastfeeding her child by Jean Baptiste Camille Corot

Hortense breastfeeding Paul by Paul Cezanne, 1872

The Breastfeeding mother by Marguerite Gerard

A detail of a painting from 16th century showing a wet nurse.
Before the Ball by Edouard Debat-Ponsan (source)
The Milky way by Peter Paul Rubens (source)
Breastfeediny by Pablo Picasso

Breastfeeding mother by Auguste Renoir

My nurse and I by Frida Kahlo, 1937

Negermutter by Ernst Neuschul, 1931
The mother by Gari Melcher
New Earth by Elanor Colburn (source)
Nursing mother (source)
Nesting (source)
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Inuit woman nursing twins (source)
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No one could give her such soothing and sensible consolation as this little three-month-old creature when he lay at her breast and she felt the movement of his lips and the snuffling of his tiny nose.  ~Leo Tolstoy


There is also a picasa album open to public about breastfeeding madonnas, you can find it - here.

Next compliation... Babies? :)

Natašek