Category Archives: Art
Dewdrops on a Lotus Leaf: Zen Poems of Ryokan
“When, when?” I sighed.
The one I longed for
Has finally come;
With her now,
I have all that I need.
Sunrise
Artist reimagines the Zodiac signs as anime-style schoolgirls in gorgeous illustration series
What’s your sailor sign?
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Me reciting ; The Universe Surrenders: Slam poetry reading.
They say that a lotus flower can only bloom in the mud and peace can only be found in poverty
That a fool that knows they are a fool is truly wise… They say that life is suffering
They say that what goes around comes around, the karma; my dharma
They say that to take a journey as to meditate can be a key to enlightenment and that my worldly desires can only be a burden I carry along with me
They also say love is a burden but, after I am in love and that is something I will forever carry
I belong to an infinite universebong among the endless stars. So I bow my head to the way
I send out my positive energy to my mother earth of which is my home; and like the stars; my energy is infinite
My dreams are constantly speaking with me, possibly even more so when my mind is clear; because they say…
That whoms mind is clear
Unto them
The Universe Surrenders
-Nina Vestergaard
The Blueprint
The pen slowly glides along the paper, it completes the secular void of lines. It creates the books inner dreams and inhibitions. It defines the purpose and life of the creator.
My journal: my harness of inner energy and means of self justification. I use it to control my past, present and future; it acts as a portal to my hopes dreams and fantasies.
Even to me I am unclear of whom I am and what I will become, so it’s important to create:
The Blueprint***
Nina Yin Vestergaard
Together. – Nina
“Saying you can’t do it alone doesn’t make you weak, it makes you human.” – Nina
Philadelphia Street Art. The beautiful aftermath of hurricane Katrina.
” Bordered by a failed public housing project, the exhibit, a colorful oasis in a desert of urban blight, has attracted public acclaim but private city condemnation, and new plans to build over the site’s dramatic history remain in limbo.”
“We wanted to make people talk about what happened here and what could happen here,”
Odums (a.k.a. bmike) says of ExhibitBE, which is part of theProspect.3 art biennial. “We hope that, with this, we get people to see blight differently. To see that it’s connected to something larger than just that physical space,” he says. “Each piece of blight is connected to someone’s story and that story deserves respect and deserves honor and deserves some consideration.”
Full Article at:How This Building Covered In Eye-Popping Street Art Explains New Orleans
An open letter to my love.
It’s 6:50 AM. I’m feeling pretty good, I love the early mornings and they say its a good time to be creative because the subconscious mind is still active; naturally I go to the computer and begin writing. As I do every morning so it often gives me dejavu. Thinking about my girlfriend and what she means to me.
The coffee is made and she’s sound asleep in the bedroom. We saw star wars last night and it was really nice to finally got to see something in theaters because we watch movies obsessively; it’s almost absurd. I love her with all my heart, she likes to say “no you dont”, when I tell her I do. It’s a cute game. One of many; such a tease. Laughing as I type.*
Both of our lives shifted and changed in a huge way when we met; slowly at first but it seems as though we’ve moved mountains in this cherished blip in time. I’m moved in many ways; changed for the good. True love moves mountains and I feel blessed. Here I am; writing away with her as my inspiration. Codependent in a productive fashion, we like to set goals and 99% of the time we reach them, we are like an unstoppable force. At least that’s how I feel.
Alike and polar opposites, a perfect balance of attraction; opposites attracting, yin and yang. The law of attraction we both believe in. She thinks she has bad luck and I think I have good luck ,so we can sit in harmony together; our lives balanced in opposition but also in love. She pushes me to keep going in all my art forms and avoid wasting my time and energy on useless “shit”. I’m a slow learner and she is quick, so I appreciate when she can see the storms coming before I can.
Keep watching over me.
L.C.
Love, Nina Yin
On Codes and Translation: Understanding Alaa Awad
The following is a shorter version of a chapter I contributed to Translating Dissent: Voices from and within the Egyptian Revolution, ed. Mona Baker, out now via Routledge and available for purchase. This content has been edited for brevity.
In 2013, I gave a talk at the Petrie Museum in London to an audience of Egyptology students and academics. I presented the work of Alaa Awad, a 33-year-old Egyptian street artist who had painted murals of ancient Egyptian art around ahrir Square during the political protests of 2011 and 2012.
As I showed them a series of murals depicting women in fierce, coloured robes walking to battle, or a row of bearded men kneeling before the throne of a mouse being fanned by a cat, I could sense the room temperature changing as they began to realise that the paintings were almost perfect replicas of the ancient Egyptian murals they had studied.
Why…
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