Untitled

water and ink on paper

27/08/2014

If its becoming to happen fight.

 It's good if the reason behind for, 

The Mass, For self, It takes it all.

 Even if it is for mass Takes it all.

 Peace is always is  in the middle,

 It's in somewhere in-between of the efforts 

But,

 Peace can never be the fruit of effort's It is a situation 

See if 

I keep the rose in my book

 It's going to lose everything as natural 

The color, the fragrance the beauty of blooming 

Even if, I don't put, 

Its  going to happen with the natural way 

Peace is my effort 

Efforts is activities of various struggles .

Attempts are being activities of various conflicts.

Attempts for myself.

 Will never find the peace .

Peace is I feel and accept the change. of,

That moment while attempt is happening.

 And ,

There,

Where I don't find any answer for any question and ,

The reverse.

Untitled

Untitled
Ink and water on paper

19/08/2014

Emotion

Never justifies 

The death or life ,

Anyone's .

It shows and gives 

The shattered knowledge 

About how we I alive.

 Even in that ,

I you find myself someone 

Verbally ,

Emotionless.

Selfscape

Selfscape
Ink And Water on paper
eclipse of yesterday night and today's dark morning

SelfScape

Selfscape
Ink , Water , Pencil ON Paper

14/8/2020

Small works with random subjects and

multiple intuitive mind impression

Ink and Water on canson piece 

Earth blooming And Flying Flower's

Earth Blooming And Flying Flowers

water and ink

10/8/2014

The work i made on previous works impression.

9 /8/2014

ink  and water on paper

i saw the bad dream

I saw the bad dream,

 Very bad dream.

 The dream was not bad Actually,

 That was me inside 

 not capable to face that reality inside the dream. 

And, The time I was thinking about to charge the reality inside .

The dream vanished.

 With my awake moment 

And I forgot the dream 

Then when the moment I saw in the evening

 Child of Gaza.

 That dream i again remind 

And ,

NOw

 in this awaken moment

 I am still not capable to face .
what i dream in this reality 

ink and water on sketchbook

Impression about E hooper

• The artist meets me on my path. after I realize I lost somewhere, but no regrets nothing after watching his entire unique world and the bends of the road. 

21st july > subject is how i tackle myself with my mind on paper

21st july
water, ink , pencil on paper

Mother is 35 Father is 34

There are two things about me if I think to criticize me for what i want to do with my new concept 
One is what I lost 
its a new understanding journey to me about their positiveness. It's the way I take my breath and, the other is what I want to create with whatever I lost its about new gaming of my own selfishness.Through that at least I hold myself, my own. I have nothing to gain without those lost. They merged in me the way they happened . In between  independently I was learning and still learning  to keep myself natural with the process. I work with my mind not with destination. What is the destination? For me the time when I don't realize that I am struggling unnecessary to achieve. Which I did not decided before start my work.There is another type of work which is with fighting and win about self progress. I work with that sometimes (importantly, mostly with professional deals)  but for me, that's not my nature for what I want to express and to re search.

• I remember and illustration about about the belief and lost of faith on self . hand and hard work .in that drawing the human race is in the search of gold hammering stone and the other is  returning of the lack of self belief . If that s me, I like to describe how I am, even if I am not reaching my goal.

• Se the sake of artistic production and the way modified me for what I believe about creation today) there are so many calls inside me .
• I cant deny.

 I know when I return without gold what I earn through my moments that's constant quite similar achievements I feel about myself on the path of gaining in creation . Which is purely me. the moment I concentrate how I am hammering on stone.The sound, the cracking voices, how the falling stones every particle when I strokes affects my legs, fingers and their between places,My activities,  flame shines, ear vibrations,control on heart beats , sweat teasing. 

Destiny is not about gold.When the all lost comes in mind my destiny is the path of my actions to breath. 

Deaths never can be the  reason to achieve goals because achievements shows also the deep side of lust.

I have now confirm paper sizes of motherfather 

Mother is 35 Father is 34

The Flower (after thought > flower who incorporate their petals on their time to fall )

The Flower
 (after thought > flower who incorporate their petals on their time to fall  )
water ,ink on paper 

*

 I 

Wish 

There is 

Black shiny star 

For 

Morning 

*

22\06\2014

Sometimes i play End of me .

Cant explain  how was it ,

But definitely i don't think what i left behind,

Because,

 I d always found me satisfy with the moments,

Emotion i expressed through,

with their  incompleteness!

They are me .

They are how i was.

It was just a breath feeling !

The distance between aliveness and  peace door !

Between is me,

Like a 

Door-stopper
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Tried to capture intuitiveness of open eyes * coconut leaf behind my cage

• I always remember about that instant moment  when I keep aside my work for a fourth dimension and take my cup of tea for window!!
•   when I return back with empty* mind to my work Again And when I find  I didn't enjoy ed my tea with the stress of empty thoughts which was already as a seed to grow in my mind.
• My ears works my eyes part most of time . To give me words for that situation.
•  My ears work much than my eyes. And sometimes they take me towards so many acceptations for being in the art field.So many realizations to find the purity of art
• that One is  I early accepted that If when  someday if i turn blind and then I am not capable to draw as i am doing now with open eyes .. I can not visit my artist call wait until I don't become it for myself.
• Intuition has always figure out but I can't express being silent and even with any media
•  its  only visible with actions of line, the body language .
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•  I just remember the sound of air
•  when it touches the coconut leaf , they make me feel waves of ocean.

Sebastiao salgado

Sebastiao salgado

...Impression

Attracts 

into the deep ocean!

Penguins already decided,

on just the belief on little wings

those ghosty waves.

 Photomoments 

Makes me feel like the photograph

is there anything remain to feel ?

What 

Long ago,

Happend .

Mother and child

old lady

Tears

migration,

slavery

colourless depth of life

like

amazon

Shows,

An Elephant

Strength less 

inside

......

Surroundings were hidden .

Surroundings were hidden .

Sounds confirms the logic,

Status does not support the virginity

of flower

The river is dream

Peacock ,

Source of colours

Light red

Water and Soil makes

the liquid iron,

and, feels like

burning lava .

Black ,Gold

Writes the emotions

melting ,bounding becomes the

Part of process

Selfscape

Selfscape