Sunday, December 24, 2017

Keep the Love

I spent much of this year supporting a few charities and campaigning for integration, equality and mutual respect. 
I firmly believe that especially now, in this unstable geo-political context, we all should focus on things that unite us, rather than contribute to division.
I thought for quite a while what images I wanted to end the year with and I wasn't yet decided which ones express unity better. Then the opportunity presented itself in a very fortuitous way.
My 5yo loves spending time in one of his special places, at Ginninderry Link building. He likes admiring the aboriginal artwork and enjoys spending time making up stories about the images. My 8Yo loves it too, so we headed there for a last visit this year. To our delight we found this beautifully decorated Christmas tree. While the kids made a wish, this beautifully adorned tree struck a chord with me. I couldn't help but think of the snows of the yesteryears back in my native Romania. We used to decorate real trees. My grandparents had two fir trees in their courtyard and on a few occasions I got to decorate them festively for Christmas.
These images are so quintessentially Australian - I couldn't think of a better way to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. The gum tree, the blue sky and the peaceful grasslands are very different from the winters in my beloved village, yet they tie together so well. The symbolism is just the same: we all live under the same sky and the greatest thing that unites us all is Love.
My gift to you all is nothing but Love. Close your eyes for a second and imagine you are with us, in front of the tree. Enjoy this beautiful moment wherever around the world you may be.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Sunday, April 23, 2017

El Arcoíris

Rojo - los labios de esos niños que ayer robaron las cerezas. 
Naranja, el amanecer de mis mañanas soñolientas.
Amarillo - la hoja que encontré corriendo con la lluvia
Verde son las briznas de hierba y los ojos de mi hija
Azul es el retrato tuyo que nunca tomé, pero lo recuerdo cada día
Índigo las noches desiertas, 
Violeta es el color
del dolor.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

I'm Gonna Rain Tonight

That time when music speaks to you and you just keep on writing.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

About the Eyes

About this poem:
We live in times of great turmoil; worldwide, we are divided by power, greed, discord and famine. I think it is most important than ever to acknowledge that we live under the same sun, that we are all equal. Unfortunately, I don't speak as many languages as I would like to.
I imagined 4 different characters, with different languages, different eyes colour and different life experience. They are made by the different memories each of them carries.

The black eyes remember storms, wars and their mother, trying to find her children's next piece of bread. Even when they found peace, living in a different country, a country of blue-eyed people, the memories come back.
The green eyes remember different kind of storms and Spring nights. The brown eyes remember the enchanted forest of their childhood. The blue eyes have never known famine and they reassure the black eyes that they will never have to worry about the bread.

I have always considered myself a visual artist primarily. That is not to say that I am not serious about my writing. I always knew I want to write - there was never a doubt. I just always envisaged the two getting along just fine. I couldn't imagine myself doing one without the other.
Recently, I have been commissioned to write. A lot. And I am thrilled to say, "Stories from my Grasslands" will soon have a home, airing from a local radio station. (I promise, all will be revealed soon).
Meanwhile, I want to talk about writing and about what I have learned about writing . Last year, I was fortunate to take part in a series of "Mother Tongue" workshops under the guidance of the ever amazing Jacqui Malins and Lauren Klinger. I admired their courage of standing up and admitting they only spoke English; yet their workshops were truly mind blowing. They taught techniques and emphasis, they made writing exercises fun, they made me see languages and their fusion in a totally new perspective. Each workshop was enhanced by the contribution of a special writer as well as the contribution of the other participants - so many ladies brought their knowlege: Anita Patel, Niloofar Fanaiyan, Vesna Cvjeticanin and Dunja Cvjetićanin, Christiane Vivanco de Savaris, Melissa Gomez, Karina Palomita. Thank you. I have learned so much in so little time. And I made some friends too, in the process.
So I decided to try fusion for myself. Here is my first poem in all the languages I love.
I get this question so many times, why do you write in other languages than yours? And I don't really know what the answer would be. Perhaps because my biggest regret is that I cannot make music, even if my life depended on it. So I play with the words, instead. I find music in their rhythm. I am (by far) not an academic, and I am sure that my grammar is poor at times. Perhaps the sense of what I want to convey is lost in translation at times, just like me. But what a fun adventure, to dance one's way through all these words.