Arts and Words

I am an artist and poet. This blog is about my artist life. Follow me on my journey.


May 2013

have you lost faith in people?


Don´t do it, there are still some angels on earth. Those not wearing greed, envy, bitterness and hatred in their hearts. Those humans soul shines in its splendor.

Meet 98 year old Dobri Dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war. Every day he walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of Sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

Though a well known fixture around several of the city’s churches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying Bulgarian monasteries and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.”

Facebook page: Spectacular Nature in the World

The artistic value seen from a viewer’s perspective


An artist paints two artworks.
Artwork number 1 and artwork number 2.

The artwork number 1 he painted at random, without sense, without inspiration He is at that moment quite sick of all that is called “creating”. He’s tired, poor and hungry. He wants to prove something hence why he painted the painting number 1.

Artwork number 2 takes several months to paint. He spends his soul, his knowledge, his love in it. He let his tears wet the canvas; he let his smile caress the paint, he put his own self in the art.. Artwork number 2 is his soul, his masterpiece.

Before the exhibition day come, he hung the painting number 1 and number 2, side by side. He takes a step back, looks a long time to his project and with knowledge of the aesthetic, he knows that the artwork number 1, anyone can paint. Artwork number 2 is its opposite; it requires not only knowledge of colour and composition, but also feel and love to achieve the effect.

He takes two white sheets and writes two different prices.

On artwork number 1 he wrote a very high price which is only the richest in the society who is able to pay. On artwork number 2, he puts a ridiculously low price that even the poor could buy it.

The opening day came, people came and looked, and the paintings were subject to the observer assessments of value.

Mostly of the comments was about the artwork number 1
What a masterpieces, what a feeling, what a fantastic artwork made by a great master and so throughout the exhibition showed the public the artwork number 1 almost all of them undivided attention.

The artwork number 2 doesn’t receive many words, no roses, and no interest. The silence etched into its framework. It stood beside the artwork number 1, almost invisible, unseen.

After the exhibition deadline, several put bids on the artwork number 1.
The price exceeds the total bid, eager voices curls. I want this masterpiece.

No one put a bid on the artwork number 2.

Margareth Osju.

100 birds in 100 days. Nr 87


To be an artist


I am sometimes amazed at how many illustrations I created during those 6 years. Not bad at all considering that I knew nothing about visual creation for 7 years ago. I made this one year 2009. Mostly of the illustrations becames my visual notes for future poems. I think I have illustrated everything from poems, political debates, nature tributes, liberty longing, visual time travel and much more that I don’t even remember. If time allows, I try to unite now the visual with the written poems I wrote before. A life projects, sometimes it feels like life out there gives me minimal time to create, to unite, do do what I burn for. But it also means that I get faster and faster at creating a work just to catch that minimal time. Stubborn, I? or maybe enough crazy to continue..

I think there is a fundamental difference between us artists. Those who refuse to give up and those who eventually resigned . For sure, I sometimes want to take everything I have created, make a bonfire and throw everything in the fire. Fire art would take over, maybe I would take a photo of the scenario. . Hm. But for the most commonly those thoughts disappear quite so quickly. Creating is my life, it keeps me awake, alive, creative. It’s my way of communicating. my way of loving, my way of being, my way to escape over the mountains and valleys and embrace the moon in a perpetual hug..

Today with fever peaks so feel I like my old friend in the need to recharge its batteries. Why alien? Well, sometimes I feels like one of them. My day has been in phases where I try to rest between different intervals of things I must do. I’ll rest a little, tonight I’ll try to gather some data for the next day’s dreams for the future. I have to create a key to open a door to another world.

Illustration: Between two worlds

The illustration Between two worlds, tells a life from, that’s right, two worlds. I think I created it in 2008 or 2009. The first illustrations I did, I worked a lot more with, I had more time and I created in despair. Nowadays I create but with huge lack of time but with the significant difference that now I create in joy and with a smile. One of the reason too why I love to create. It make me smile a lot. 🙂

The writer

I love, love this video.

I am sure that a lot of poets and writers recognize the feeling he send out.
Well, I do. God, I would had written such letter to those who rejected my manuscripts from the the begin and yes, and to those who not understand my art too I should write such a letter.

I hope I remember it to the next time.:) This video made my day.
I have to start to write again.

The pianist

Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli (1920-1995) plays Galuppi, Sonata in C major, 1st movement: “Adagio”.

Trophy, hugs and kisses

My cat likes to hug me. He usually come to me, put his paws around my neck and his nose against my chin and then he purrs. He is doing that right now.

But it’s not always I want a hug from him, especially if he has come up with a half-eaten rat trophy and lay it at my feet and then jump on my knees wanting to give me a hug. Hm. . By the way, I refuse to let him give me a kiss.
But sometimes is nice with his hugs around my neck and hear his purrs. It’s peaceful.

The hug kindly animal in the video makes me think of my hug kindly cat …;)

100 birds in 100 days. Nr 86


preparing to fly…

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