tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7965760957050930762024-03-13T04:45:47.209+02:00artistic paintingsshapes, colors, feelings, light, joy .... and soulAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-80732886230616556452014-12-10T21:29:00.000+02:002014-12-10T21:29:12.020+02:00Magic winterAcrylic painting on canvas, knife technique, size A4<br />
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Pictura pe panza, culori acrilice, tehnica cutitului, format A4<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-44163573214323392262014-12-02T00:27:00.000+02:002014-12-10T21:44:10.787+02:00Magic forestCulori jucandu-se prin frunzele copacilor, aducand suflul toamnei in inima padurii, mangaind cu degete aurii frunzele imbatranite. Aceasta este magia toamnei in padure.<br />
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Acrylic painting on canvas, knife technique, size A4<br />
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Pictura pe panza, culori acrilice, tehnica cutitului, format A4<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-43162620242631065352014-11-14T20:21:00.001+02:002014-11-14T20:37:58.009+02:00The cross<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">The cross - symbolizing torture, self-sacrifice and blood sacrifice of the Savior, and her bright core symbolizing hope, resurrection, awakening consciousness, ascension in the light.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">size 92/68 cm</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">technique: bark wood and acrylic</span><br />
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Multumesc celor ce inca mai viziteaza acest blog si il apreciaza! Pentru voi cei care ma vizitati voi incerca sa il readuc la viata.<br />
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Iata un desen realizat in pasteluri (creioane colorate), un desen realizat in amintirea bunicilor nostri, strabunicilor nostri si a portului popular Romanesc.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-73643437546954408482012-09-28T09:52:00.000+03:002012-09-28T09:52:14.362+03:00Sfanta Cuvioasa ParaschevaPentru ca se apropie sarbatoarea Sfintei Cuvioase Parascheva, am primit o comanda de icoana de dimensiunea unei foi A4, cu chipul acestei Sfinte. Am realizat-o in culori acrilice, caci am descoperit ca se comporta in timpul pictarii asemanator cu tempera, dar au o mai mare rezistenta in timp, nu isi schimba culoarea cand se usuca, pe scurt sunt mult mai bune. In stanga se afla modelul dupa care am pictat icoana:<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-55468399205750754462012-02-07T22:59:00.000+02:002012-02-07T22:59:20.716+02:00"You are not alone"........sunt aici langa tine .... sprijina-ti fruntea ostenita de a mea si lasa gandurile negre sa se topeasca in caldura respiratiei mele .... coboara pleoapele si odihneste-ti sufletul agitat, lasa-ma sa-ti ascult tacerea gandurilor si sa-ti alin durerile si sa-ti alung temerile.... caci sunt aici langa tine<br />
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Asta suntem: fire de praf in vant, asemeni colbului care se ridica de sub copitele unui cal ce alearga. Poate alearga spre un loc mai bun, spre un loc ideal pe care l-a visat mereu, asa cum facem si noi.... alergam neincetat catre ceva ce visam, purtand in brate pe cea mai ingrata amanta: speranta.<br />
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In acea noapte asteptam toti cu inima batand intr-un mod mistic, sa primim lumina si sa auzim cuvintele: "Hristos a inviat!". Si acea asteptare era o asteptare linistita, fara ingrijorare, caci stiam ca taina se va savarsi sub ochii nostri, stiam ca sufletele noastre se vor umple de bucuria Invierii, la auzul vestii binecuvantate. Stiam ca vom pasi purtand lumina in palme si in suflet, acompaniati de vocile oamenilor si ingerilor cantand la unison, vom ajunge acolo unde ne asteapta cosurile cu oua rosii, pasca si cozonacii aurii si tavita cu bucate pentru a sarbatori miracolul. Si din tavita mica de lemn stiam ca ne vor privi ingerasi visatori cu flori in maini, caci totul in jurul nostru, in aceasta noapte, ne va aminti de Tatal din ceruri, de Fiul Sau Inviat din morti si de marea Lor iubire de oameni.<br />
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(tavita din lemn de brad decorata in tehnica decoupage cu hartie de orez)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-18960835394817795162011-04-18T20:12:00.004+03:002011-04-19T08:59:57.958+03:00Vocile pietrelor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGBC_fDULdmW-0jhxYScodioOiQSIqp9_wikvbMih_wCZGu_q9gHZZXX2NNVqOW29OuY0DPLN8CgMUhTRagALXZaCmt3rOvU0PVVMiAIi3PJC7xkHMXNtnkq7wpk62Yi6B0R4lVY4RZQJ/s1600/DSCF2574.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGBC_fDULdmW-0jhxYScodioOiQSIqp9_wikvbMih_wCZGu_q9gHZZXX2NNVqOW29OuY0DPLN8CgMUhTRagALXZaCmt3rOvU0PVVMiAIi3PJC7xkHMXNtnkq7wpk62Yi6B0R4lVY4RZQJ/s320/DSCF2574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596983722464116802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeO-yYhuSKa9wObqdwzbNanz8RzwUN70XMUJvwUcsCgyIc-BwAE0GEBbsnJS2YOAAIjVyshxBLNIdK4UUYDHkH8pwR4cQfCmxM9TtP-n_HOQrsBtTe97DliY4UTQ5pOGiPKMwiUW7rEma/s1600/DSCF2571.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeO-yYhuSKa9wObqdwzbNanz8RzwUN70XMUJvwUcsCgyIc-BwAE0GEBbsnJS2YOAAIjVyshxBLNIdK4UUYDHkH8pwR4cQfCmxM9TtP-n_HOQrsBtTe97DliY4UTQ5pOGiPKMwiUW7rEma/s320/DSCF2571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596983715925773026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihXWstG762lvazQGz2c7SsEvWkeHMzSmjOx8iDK-Vgg5ggUAyckH77KYpk1uyLW-pCSCaaMw3fbDuAu10HYphyphenhyphenWpFBDYcuwxu278hOjdurP8RQbLXsa3JQOFtJPmlDkDynItIwzSiIgKU/s1600/DSCF2570.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihXWstG762lvazQGz2c7SsEvWkeHMzSmjOx8iDK-Vgg5ggUAyckH77KYpk1uyLW-pCSCaaMw3fbDuAu10HYphyphenhyphenWpFBDYcuwxu278hOjdurP8RQbLXsa3JQOFtJPmlDkDynItIwzSiIgKU/s320/DSCF2570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596983708240503234" /></a><br />Cand timpul carunt isi scutura pletele lungi si-mi picura in viata cateva clipe de pace alba si pura, alerg pe malul raului sa il salut, sa simt mirosul apei si sa ma plimb prin lumea pietrelor si a nisipului auriu. O lume a pietrelor calde si fine, maleabile sub mana ferma a apei, slefuite frumos de undele albastre si frematatoare. Si in aceasta lume ce-si ravarsa caldura peste talpile mele goale, privesc miile de forme care mai de care mai diferita de celelalte de parca ar fi niste fiinte individuale, fiecare cu personalitatea ei, marimea si culoarea ei, fiecare cu varsta si amintirile ei. Iar in timp ce le privesc fascinata aud soaptele lor ce parca vin din alte vremuri, spunand povesti de necrezut: "Eu sunt o jumatate dintr-o piatra rotunda ce s-a indragostit de luna cea balaie si a incercat sa ajunga la ea, pe o ghirlanda de stele. Dar dupa un lung si anevoios urcus, in timpul unei pauze de odihna, mi-am aruncat privirea in urma, in abis. Atat a asteptat abisul: sa-l privesc in ochi si intr-o clipa m-a ametit cu adancurile lui tragandu-ma cu ghiara sa neagra. Cand groaznica mea cadere s-a sfarsit, trupul meu s-a spart in doua jumatati ce s-au imprastiat in lume." Si vocea pietrei se opreste intr-o tristete amara. Dupa un moment de gandire ii spun "Ti-ar placea sa te iau cu mine si sa te pictez? Cu chipul iubitei tale, luna, ca astfel sa fie mereu cu tine". "Da, da, sigur ca da!". Si atunci alte voci de pietre incep sa sopteasca "Eu mi-as dori sa fiu o floare pe care se opresc buburuzele din zbor", "Si eu vreau sa fiu o floare firava si eleganta"...... Si atunci le adun pe toate si le duc in atelierul meu unde incerc sa le indeplinesc dorintele ca sa se simta si ele fericite si desavarsite.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-82848938407210053162011-04-07T21:17:00.006+03:002011-04-07T21:39:47.507+03:00Poveste de Pasti<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByxOedItA1y6swrUPcGnx4_jTTJD0UnjU5IbJHdLQh-ZbNmHcEkuhY8vEBjKM-yO0NOikU1udTVb44jWMsdfEWBW_dyFM2XtUNuZyuLFOxkNT5UDL63yw1FAahnHlX9gNKZjSqpD-q8Sh/s1600/DSCF2562.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByxOedItA1y6swrUPcGnx4_jTTJD0UnjU5IbJHdLQh-ZbNmHcEkuhY8vEBjKM-yO0NOikU1udTVb44jWMsdfEWBW_dyFM2XtUNuZyuLFOxkNT5UDL63yw1FAahnHlX9gNKZjSqpD-q8Sh/s320/DSCF2562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592911543468692146" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnY5_NgEVT5mJkZJQmW4FrEKhz2LkGuIKpy2RSDmLEQ-PY3AajdcwWmBzkeTkNXPU5PuGJeQmJCv-jI2UQJznX1x-mgMnprQ87eHnZi6BNqFVEbY001BcOd5nEKCk66qNuRNRyUIs1pV3s/s1600/DSCF2561.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnY5_NgEVT5mJkZJQmW4FrEKhz2LkGuIKpy2RSDmLEQ-PY3AajdcwWmBzkeTkNXPU5PuGJeQmJCv-jI2UQJznX1x-mgMnprQ87eHnZi6BNqFVEbY001BcOd5nEKCk66qNuRNRyUIs1pV3s/s320/DSCF2561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592911307017028562" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51NR_a794AqDvpHyiZMLsLAh8ffEZw9wlj4WxzRoZgZjxuxuPttS3p6YZhNcRLbm5wPwNa5Tb1a-ykf2SO0LUhOC8YRc1DODazwN7zU4AWJYa2aSe1gZ52gEvGpRwlcCFmnZgBSmwgh6-/s1600/DSCF2556.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51NR_a794AqDvpHyiZMLsLAh8ffEZw9wlj4WxzRoZgZjxuxuPttS3p6YZhNcRLbm5wPwNa5Tb1a-ykf2SO0LUhOC8YRc1DODazwN7zU4AWJYa2aSe1gZ52gEvGpRwlcCFmnZgBSmwgh6-/s320/DSCF2556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592911294768090322" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJKvS7P5FwNSJR2FqYMO4O7AWncxscjnibu8qQZLL5CcPfMq2Bzfd7ezG4TcnBkkH3AQXNiGLjExM2A6xzGsXs7_jSRzXnA67Vdb01KdYrbvHfu-Mic0NBokF40UvQlKg7zMKAwdvldTU/s1600/DSCF2558.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJKvS7P5FwNSJR2FqYMO4O7AWncxscjnibu8qQZLL5CcPfMq2Bzfd7ezG4TcnBkkH3AQXNiGLjExM2A6xzGsXs7_jSRzXnA67Vdb01KdYrbvHfu-Mic0NBokF40UvQlKg7zMKAwdvldTU/s320/DSCF2558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592911287789601682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQddzhHSV2qB44Garqsf2k0-DZiBFJgFJZQYg1HyQlapIUILFgXCH9BTL2glgcQXQPuh6tD_ijzhD7DsarwuNMidQbOuzqyYrrTFtPcfTjmU9ozwbAqVllJfLldsP6meBKdnaFAxSek3SE/s1600/DSCF2559.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQddzhHSV2qB44Garqsf2k0-DZiBFJgFJZQYg1HyQlapIUILFgXCH9BTL2glgcQXQPuh6tD_ijzhD7DsarwuNMidQbOuzqyYrrTFtPcfTjmU9ozwbAqVllJfLldsP6meBKdnaFAxSek3SE/s320/DSCF2559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592911279573840898" /></a><br />Daca tot suntem aproape de sarbatorile Pascale, am luat cosuletul in mana si am plecat pe islaz unde pasc cardurile de gaste si rate, iarba cruda abia incoltita. Si cu roua-n picioare si cu sarutul soarelui de primavara pe buze am ajuns pe islazul reavan incalzit de raze aurii intre cardurile de gaste si rate si am inceput sa ma rog de dansele sa imi daruiasca oua frumoase si ale, oua verzui si mici sa le pot picta, ca uite acusica bate la usa iepurasul de Paste si ma gaseste cu cosuletul gol. Abia dupa rugaminti fierbinti s-au indurat coanele gaste si tustele-ratustele sa-mi daruiasca vre-o cateva oute frumoase, calde si stralucitoare. Am zis "sar'na" si m-am grabit spre casa unde ustensilele de pictat ma asteptau nerabdatoare si au inceput sa ma dojeneasca pentru ca umblu fleaura pe coclauri, dar cand au vazut ce minunatii de oua se odihneau in cosulet, au inceput sa freamate de bucurie gandindu-se la taina ce avea sa fie desenata pe ele, o taina binecuvantata, o poveste pe care o aflam in fiecare an de Pasti: povestea Rastignirii si Invierii Fiului Lui Dumnezeu, povestea Mantuirii noastre prin sangele Lui. Si in marele post, Domnul a revarsat mila Lui asupra noastra si cuvantul ce-a rostit, indata s-a implinit si voia Lui s-a facut. Amin!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-84422165933372683282011-02-22T19:57:00.007+02:002011-02-22T20:11:46.288+02:00Cutii pentru bijuterii, pentru ceai si altele<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiik58y21tlUERzp3jFu0WahZ_AGpK1_rq84FtZe85NNx-pV-ujfr6oLZT0lFx40MWIXnZ4ku91R1hmZRAcDEaeBOvaOeYhoQ_F_dRZ0LwnSO7fnJRR_XN2hN9WPkM4sJUPDWwz02ipcvMf/s1600/DSCF2412.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiik58y21tlUERzp3jFu0WahZ_AGpK1_rq84FtZe85NNx-pV-ujfr6oLZT0lFx40MWIXnZ4ku91R1hmZRAcDEaeBOvaOeYhoQ_F_dRZ0LwnSO7fnJRR_XN2hN9WPkM4sJUPDWwz02ipcvMf/s320/DSCF2412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576577316535298290" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZaidhvo4P3hPNzqr7fUWA37Q9CrI9JNMiQGC6vvNb4FEXpCPJvS7h3ylp_OnOMRqjnBZgMBk7-N0z1X7ADiMhb30bStDGER3bALjBkrEkrBoIPTzdLgeTdXsP7kxRan4smAWqHS4TOuC/s1600/DSCF2426.JPG"><img style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HnWGXFm8qeelkbmtIHRd9PTEzKxGbIQxGpwlZ2FeUjBydLvNKn7vUIzDxrTa6kU3D2ODsrZjWZVGac62NRnljTko8vlzgigCAqq0TeSHyFD0Wh5JrB_DcgtTKNNraI2UyaW0jrJlua47/s320/DSCF2415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576576431659476546" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNy1tn4SBcHaJCcUBUXSyQtKJUnhun8xBqZC4MNbWNmWkfA5KIUb1VB4tkwxH76xsWht9rkky6cqjCYyYgA4iaOn8B1PzLu8OyPYb7SM_xaFgqCBc3v9N5mZVahCekcU4vK4oqoTUOVI8k/s1600/DSCF2414.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNy1tn4SBcHaJCcUBUXSyQtKJUnhun8xBqZC4MNbWNmWkfA5KIUb1VB4tkwxH76xsWht9rkky6cqjCYyYgA4iaOn8B1PzLu8OyPYb7SM_xaFgqCBc3v9N5mZVahCekcU4vK4oqoTUOVI8k/s320/DSCF2414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576576427488652866" /></a><br />Aceste cutii din lemn de brad sunt pictate manual in culori in ulei, contur pentru vitralii, culori tempera si unele au pietricele aplicate. Sunt pentru doamnele si domnisoarele pretentioase care isi doresc sa se inconjoare de eleganta si rafinament.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-17773006910064678362010-11-16T13:08:00.003+02:002010-11-16T13:16:26.718+02:00.... sentimente....Pictez din nevoia de a crea, de a exprima bucuria de a trai, din nevoia de a ma regasi, de a ma identifica, dar in acelasi timp pictez din dorinta de a oferi celorlalti ceva ce aduce bucurie in suflete. Pictura pentru mine este si interiorizare, intoarcere catre mine si catre ceea ce simt, dar in acelasi timp reprezinta si relationare, incercare de deschidere catre ceilalti, incercare de a darui o farama din fiinta mea celor din jur. Inchidere in sine si deschidere catre univers, in acelasi timp... pentru ca noi toti suntem universul si universul este in noi toti deci fiecare din noi e in toti ceilalti si toti ceilalti sunt in fiecare din noi.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-4667374789003858902010-11-09T12:45:00.006+02:002010-11-09T12:56:33.953+02:00amintiri.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcq419CwN6npdm7jZ_6MUYMuFCzvRwmJdGHzBvQW9c2vvXA1BL7alN0QNIi3x06bVHPaZv_Kw_qzbfOJwv2D3TgdMwE_nX4_tmv6Cj5BMYw2CY0doUZTAHiUv6XmK0T00vO7mNihriv2G3/s1600/Fiul+Omului.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcq419CwN6npdm7jZ_6MUYMuFCzvRwmJdGHzBvQW9c2vvXA1BL7alN0QNIi3x06bVHPaZv_Kw_qzbfOJwv2D3TgdMwE_nX4_tmv6Cj5BMYw2CY0doUZTAHiUv6XmK0T00vO7mNihriv2G3/s320/Fiul+Omului.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537501513858153650" /></a><br />Am rasfoit un colt din gandurile mele, ca sa mai sterg de praf vechi amintiri si am gasit, pe-acolo, prin unghere, o foaie de agenda cu miros din anii facultatii, legata demult cu lantul prieteniei, lant ce zace acum sfaramat .... <br /><br />Pe scara sufletului meu<br />M-am întâlnit cu bunul Dumnezeu -<br />Eu coboram mâhnit din conştiinţa mea,<br />Iar El urca surâzător spre ea!...<br /><br />Şi ne-am oprit la jumătatea scării<br />Încrucişându-ne în clipa-ntâmpinării,<br />Săgeţile perechilor de ochi, ca de-obicei -<br />Ah! ochii Lui cum seamănă cu ochii mei!<br /><br />Pe scara sufletului meu<br />M-am întâlnit din nou cu Dumnezeu -<br />El cobora solemn din conştiinţa mea,<br />Iar Eu urcam surâzător spre ea!...<br /><br />(Ion Minulescu)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-40955728522567682852010-10-19T09:42:00.004+03:002010-10-19T09:54:36.517+03:00Inainte de rasarit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pdAs5ZEdMTsHfjRSQtkKNoARORh0m_cylj7HCKB7nwr-fOCt95Jjhba1uU7R1v_nAwHA_TsapSWwbFY5cAxJ2oH9hHC_gNgGgtHXlrMOtk5GuAWlEHWqmTfQIq9cfPn6iUbYUldedSdo/s1600/dscf1404e.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529645901640728146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pdAs5ZEdMTsHfjRSQtkKNoARORh0m_cylj7HCKB7nwr-fOCt95Jjhba1uU7R1v_nAwHA_TsapSWwbFY5cAxJ2oH9hHC_gNgGgtHXlrMOtk5GuAWlEHWqmTfQIq9cfPn6iUbYUldedSdo/s320/dscf1404e.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Ne plimbam pe malul marii, la Costinesti, asteptand soarele sa rasara in tipetele pescarusilor ce brazdau cerul. Vantul isi facea de cap in acea dimineata de august, impingand cu putere aerul sarat in narile celor ce gustau din frumusetea diminetii si umplandu-ne plamanii cu fiinta marii, cu respiratia ei. Ne plimbam pe nisipul ud batut de valuri privind in departare la epava batrana si la malul stancos din dreptul ei unde valurile se luptau cu pietrele tocindu-le cate putin in fiecare zi. Si acolo, departe pe malul stancos era o barcuta trasa pe mal, singura sub geana diminetii, contempland marea. Astazi barcuta isi doineste singuratatea pe o panza, in atelierul meu. Pictura realizata in ulei in tehnica cutitului.<br /><p> </p><p> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-796576095705093076.post-89326721656468573692010-09-05T19:18:00.009+03:002010-09-05T20:38:41.314+03:00Elegant blue dream<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtmMqpBCk9D09Ct00YH9S57BvJN8c5LLvDe40K6U_WClJmOu2d2XpZs0mTBd1dJeqLFUzoqj5VS_HgmUGCUfTHP0cXaveUe7vdBTR_aBZd8juhYAsiGPmbi6EaiV_-bRc2eYK0k5FtzMm/s1600/DSCF1137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513484855098031138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtmMqpBCk9D09Ct00YH9S57BvJN8c5LLvDe40K6U_WClJmOu2d2XpZs0mTBd1dJeqLFUzoqj5VS_HgmUGCUfTHP0cXaveUe7vdBTR_aBZd8juhYAsiGPmbi6EaiV_-bRc2eYK0k5FtzMm/s320/DSCF1137.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_gtun8a7514IyCwN0Fmt3y3IY4Jhh56q77c7tsx1nLkIu6NWck95V46dUUg4lqi8Bbl9WHc8qa2BXSzRobhaza6BOizQTuIrLLml0VTDUgT7kx6LJw60ha6GD8nZLZrW3qBdLyiTifIi/s1600/DSCF1136.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513484851342348674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_gtun8a7514IyCwN0Fmt3y3IY4Jhh56q77c7tsx1nLkIu6NWck95V46dUUg4lqi8Bbl9WHc8qa2BXSzRobhaza6BOizQTuIrLLml0VTDUgT7kx6LJw60ha6GD8nZLZrW3qBdLyiTifIi/s320/DSCF1136.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1IIfIXFXB09HYhYykpKOvQ2ZSFfIYSPFx3L3T_FwiLaPWvRZgpZ3eps38oWuQ0jV6FLidONNzqTN1M91pqXanF02V49r0tggueuxVUlTHdBImXLM9_4eEXMeeKCil7H4upZWaXzsJ_Gg/s1600/DSCF1138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513484842873141890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1IIfIXFXB09HYhYykpKOvQ2ZSFfIYSPFx3L3T_FwiLaPWvRZgpZ3eps38oWuQ0jV6FLidONNzqTN1M91pqXanF02V49r0tggueuxVUlTHdBImXLM9_4eEXMeeKCil7H4upZWaXzsJ_Gg/s320/DSCF1138.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNr7V58grEqCxba7nx0Dlhh4p1h70It2V9wKJo9Td_YFnu9EbdRkYrhatvoy58b2cFsfm4ZPKiO3xwFzQ4F7NXkNFBpOxxCTKfjbvXO_7Pol7DfIhYy3tWHVvQGqBRBgBrjAjINmG3yzh/s1600/DSCF1141.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513484835680705826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNr7V58grEqCxba7nx0Dlhh4p1h70It2V9wKJo9Td_YFnu9EbdRkYrhatvoy58b2cFsfm4ZPKiO3xwFzQ4F7NXkNFBpOxxCTKfjbvXO_7Pol7DfIhYy3tWHVvQGqBRBgBrjAjINmG3yzh/s320/DSCF1141.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOK9Sc2pBrpluAb2wcOh8aPyg15B0LH1o6Hv7Xu384OR9tMiS9myzEUx30RnYcvzuTvZXrNYqgRsI0MDlMvwyCbp7YhRpCVGobphB30DvaddEZQAgNtRdWdB0QQGO4Wm_3SYokHJa13cBv/s1600/DSCF1140.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513484832600090354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOK9Sc2pBrpluAb2wcOh8aPyg15B0LH1o6Hv7Xu384OR9tMiS9myzEUx30RnYcvzuTvZXrNYqgRsI0MDlMvwyCbp7YhRpCVGobphB30DvaddEZQAgNtRdWdB0QQGO4Wm_3SYokHJa13cBv/s320/DSCF1140.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>De mult timp imi doream sa decorez cufere si cutii de bijuterii. Dar cred ca aveam nevoie de un impuls, de o incurajare. Aceasta a venit din partea prietenei mele Mihaela, pentru care am pictat prima cutie de bijuterii si pe care o puteti vedea pe blogul ei <a href="http://mikiland76.blogspot.com/">http://mikiland76.blogspot.com/</a> . Multumesc, Mihaela pentru imboldul pe care mi l-ai dat! </div><br /><div>Drept urmare va prezint a doua mea creatie: un cufar din lemn pentru bijuterii, colorat cu albastru si decorat cu foita de aur si contur pentru vitralii. Iar ca sa fie elegant pana la capat, in interior am lipit catifea neagra. Sper sa va placa.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09912452379192200232noreply@blogger.com4