Thursday, February 15, 2024

 TRABALHO ARTÍSTICO

Angélica Maria Escavassa




     O processo criativo de Angélica Escavassa originou com o trabalho artesanal em família. 

    Observando pinturas e técnicas de grandes artistas, ela ficou motivada e passou a focar seu potencial criativo na nova experiência, abraçando desafios com liberdade de inovar na criatividade.  

     Assim ela descobriu o quanto a pintura na arte visual é capaz de proporcionar ao artista o poder de manifestação, realização e libertação.

     Como artista, Angélica Escavassa expressa a linguagem visual através da pintura em telas e painéis, os seus pensamentos, anseios, emoções, cultura e história, com elementos visuais como formas, tons, cores, texturas, e dimensões para despertar a sensibilidade dos espectadores.

     Na beleza estética, suas obras contemporâneas são agradáveis aos olhos por suas cores vibrantes e alegres e na sua criatividade eclética, os principais temas são os Abstratos, os florais, os decorativos e paisagens, incluindo temas da fauna e flora brasileira. 

      Suas técnicas utilizando tinta a óleo ou acrílica, são com Pinceladas, espatuladas ou mista e aplicações.

     Por motivos particulares a artista ficou afastada do trabalho artístico por alguns anos, voltando em 2020 com muitas atividades em exposições nacionais e internacionais virtuais e exposições presenciais em sua cidade onde também tem coordenado e para seus projetos, ela pesquisa e com os elementos que possam ajudar começa a produzir. 

      Na linguagem artística à tinta, muitas vezes mistura as técnicas e experimenta materiais diferentes e chegando no resultado desejado, libera a obra para apreciação pública com quem ela vai dialogar e para o 

mundo.








Delsa López. Cuba.








 No brake

… We are one body, between the sweat, the sheets, the ecstasy.

        (Armando Pérez González)


Riding and your eyes on mine

put, the weeds turned into flowers.

The end of the race were rivers

that bathed my body in jets.


Looks like whips gave way

to a rider without brakes in his career,

who made his sighs, with a bow,

woven with spring honey.


The spur that encourages my flanks

it won't let me slow down. Can you

divert your pupils from mine


and stop spurring me on? ...

hide the deluge on my walls?

The river grows in the bed… it grows by the seas!

 SEDIENTA PETUNIA



La petunia conjuga su aroma 

sus yemas peinan el azúcar del hambriento polen.

Mezcla el escondite de carbones adobados, 

irisa sus colores y el nido se abre en la silueta, 

su pincel resplandece en los añejos pétalos. 

Consigue dorar el gemido que embriaga 

mientras los agujeros del rocío desnudan sus hojas.


Unos remolinos rojos restallan el beso. 

Danza el néctar en el tallo,

tejido de un cielo de sonrisas

tartamudas en la grieta de la blanca noche

donde ha regado la cetina de una vela,

olvidado tiempo de bohemias horas,

cuando el cuerpo era melodía de un soñado acordeón.


Autora: Iriabel Lazo Alvarado

Costa Rica, Tilarán

Febrero, 13 de 2024

D. R. A.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2024

 

Yatti Sadeli's Poetry

Yatti Sadeli's Poetry


         DREAM


Reflects in my every night's dreams

Touching my body in fantasy

Because dreams can't be real

Dreams are still dreams.


But in a dream

I see the natural landscape around me

Is this my country that I know?

Which is now devastated by bombs, mortars and missiles.

I do not believe. . .


Where are those I love?

Are my people threatened with genocide?

Tens of thousands of innocent people were crushed by cannon fire

mercilessly.


Oh if I could change the world, even if I had to sacrifice my life, I would do it to restore the beauty of the world.

Because. . . .


I'm not a bird that will fly away if it has pecked its prey

I'm not a black cloud that will soon pass away if it rains


I am and will remain

Because. . .

This nature is the air in which I breathe

The earth where I stand

And the sky is my shelter

So what can I do without this nature


A piece of silk seemed to slide down

Makes everything look vague

Like in a dream

The air felt tight covering emotions

Who is ready to grab

And it's spreading everywhere

The peaceful atmosphere seems to indicate helplessness

Like a poisonous mist that covers

humans with boredom


The last seconds passed again in the sound of rifles and cannons

Like in a shimmering dream.



Four months were like melting disappearance

Time passes quickly

In a nightmare.


          ****


                                     IFCH 



International forum for Creativity and Humanity kingdom of Morocco Reg n 43/2018 Prisident and Founder Aziz Mountassir  

Email : mountassir02@gmail.com

WhatsApp : +212680720040

The International Forum for Human Creativity: The Kingdom of Morocco is far from everything that is political, religious, extremist, and racist, and it forbids attacking regimes, political leaders, and people in general.


Goels of IFCH



1 Among the objectives of the forum is to create cultural, artistic , peace , , coexistence and human contact between all countries, Morocco , in order to exchange 


  Spreading the culture of homeland love, social peace, world peace, tolerance and coexistence between peoples locally and internationally.  


Contributing to the advancement of literature, arts, peace , Humanity , women's rights children's rights and creativity magazines, reviving the world heritage, and introducing it to all parts of the Earth


 Working to organize festivals and programmed trips inside the country and the rest of the world


 Contributing to the development of peaceful speeches and symposia calling for world peace, love, brotherhood, tolerance and humanity


 Organizing training sessions in the fields of art, creativity and world heritage inside the country and in the rest of the world


 Organizing training courses in the fields of art and creativity in educational and training institutions, for the sake of socialization and citizenship based on love, peace and peaceful coexistence.


 Organizing effective visits for charitable and social work for the benefit of the homes of the elderly, cancer patients, abandoned children, widows and destitute families.


 Attention to the issues of women, children, persons with special needs, and citizens in difficult situations


  Attention to youth issues and integrating them into a peaceful and civilized milieu, while combating extremism, drugs and riots of all kinds.


 Encouraging citizens to practice peace and creativity by establishing art schools with the possibility of creating a national and international academy of art and creativity whose motto is peace, love and brotherhood.


  Organizing festivals, parties, and cultural, artistic, educational, social, and sports activities, and giving radio lectures and seminars of an international academic level symbolizing love, peace, world peace and humanity

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

 

Tamikio Dooley 



Media personality, writer, and author Tamikio Al Dooli, an icon of craftsmanship, management creativity, and the great culture of water.


  Written by: Hamid Al Majma’i, Iraq


 I stopped contemplating her creativity a lot before I wrote my letters to write about a creator. I take creativity from her inspiration more than what I took from him. It is as if she were a star that inspires letters to be written about with a silence similar to the rising of a morning sun, flowing with the calmness of the sunrise to draw the silvery dew of letters over the rose petals, to plant the beauty of her nails that she took from the dust of the earth and formulate features. Her letters are as delicate as fragrant ink, with her thought free from ignorance.... A brown icon whose beauty lies in the music of her words, which create light to illuminate minds asleep at a frozen table that does not want to move and develop their ideas. This is the difference between someone who writes to advance his society, alert it, and give to it without taking from an environment crowded with contrasting ideas and the spread of ignorance and the ignorant at a time when the intellectual has become more illiterate. From the illiteracy of those who do not understand letters... Our creator today is different from creative women, as she grew up in a city that experienced multiple conflicts in terms of the different succession of cultures by those who aspired to it and its great lakes from which it gained its name. It was the home of the Indians before the French discovered it in the seventeenth century AD. It was influenced by British culture after a series of wars that ended in 1763 AD. To be under the control of the United States after the American Revolution (1775 - 1783 AD). Yes, a culture that emerged from the depth of the history of its city, Michigan, or Michigan, as some call it, which gained its name from the greatness of its waters, the city of industry and mining for iron, its processing, and the automobile industry. It is now a complex for most of its Arab residents due to its beauty, harmony, familiarity with its residents, and coexistence with them due to the kindness of their hearts. And there are many creative people there who We always miss them while they live far from us after they were stars in their country, such as the giant Iraqi actor Bahjat Al-Jubouri, whom we missed for a long time... Yes, she is a creator, a content maker, the founder of many international newspapers and magazines, and a supervisor who possesses cultural capabilities that the owners of cultural institutions do not possess. High and prestigious...how could she not be when she is the writer and journalist Tamikio Al Dooley, who is great in everything and runs many magazines, including the International Linguistic Literature Magazine...despite all the conflicts and challenges that she encountered in her life, every time someone tried to harm her, she would climb the mountain of creativity to be In its cultural summit, in which it set its own goal and does not back down until it achieves its goals. Yes, this is what a great woman is when she is confident in the creativity she has presented. Nothing stops her except to be a star in a clear sky for professionals to read and for lovers to flirt with. …a journey in which every creative person, male and female, is proud, and I truly found it worthy of every letter I confidently wrote about it. This is the brilliant, creative international star, Tamikio L. Dooley, an award-winning author. It has more than 150 cultural titles and 90 published books. In addition to her interest in writing fictional and realistic novels about crime, thriller, mystery, fantasy, historical, western, romance, zombie apocalypse, and the supernatural. She spends her free time writing short stories, poetry, health books, children's books, memoirs, magazines, inspirational books, cultural and African American books, and history books. 

In addition to being the founding publisher of CreatiVI genuity magazine, the chief literary editor of Pen-Craft Literature magazine, the editor-in-chief of Friendship and People magazine, and the general manager of Elite magazine and newspaper. She is the ambassador of the Arab Elite Union of Creatives at the Royal House, Humanity, the Daily Global Nation newspaper, and the non-profit organization Agena International. She is an ambassador, president and advisor of the International Forum for Human Creativity (IFCH). She is a member of Equality Dream, World Culture and Creativity Day for Peace, the Palace of Culture University of Sciences, Arts and World Peace, and the Union of Writers and Artists of Hungary. Tamiko is the International Affairs Secretary of the World Writers Guild. Tamikio has been featured in Humanity Magazine, Elite Magazine, CreateVIngenuitiy Magazine, kid Liomag, and Connections E-Magazine.


 She has received awards and honors published in the Major Cold Day Anthology, Parliament of Popular Poetry, and the Multinational Pen Soldiers Poetry Anthology.


 In addition to receiving recognition as the best crime author in September 2016, he received the World Literature Award 2022, the National Poetry Theater Award of Bangladesh 2023, the International Peace Medal Award, the Peace Prize, and a certificate for the book Hyper Poem (a book of poetry published by 1,700 poets) “Cheng” Cup Nyan” for National Literature (Second Place Award) 2023, Virtual International Artists Exhibition Certificate, Best Leadership Award 2023, Best Poetry Collection Award 2023, People’s Poetry Parliament Literature Certificate 2023, and received her first Crystal Award in the Crime category, among other awards. An innovator that my humble pen cannot describe or write about her biography, which is full of creative creativity. How happy I was to write and get to know such world-class writers to exchange cultures and bring literary points of view closer together, despite the differences in the clash of civilizations and their differences in practicing their customs and beliefs, to bring humanity together above all else.


 My dear, creative doll



 Slavica Blagojević (Anisija Crepović)


MY NEST IS A ROCKY SOIL

         The fledgling of the prophetic bird in Jerusalem                                     

As I lay on the Milkprofferer’s breast

I unfasten the spilt hunger

moving around the edge of an evil time

soaring with the bird of Fate

I watched the saints weep.

Your motherhood

poured out from the branch of your blood 

your youth

awoke from your milk.

Stone by stone slips from the hands

and in your womb sin breathes.

Cloistered crossroads and roads 

stunned by fear, in our wake not a single skull shines in their vicinity.

At the root, the cut off foot remains bare.

Out of sight of children

with soft faces; lines collected

slightly faded

The Milkprofferer is unaware that 

she is observed

imbuing her

abruptly old face, all the centuries

abutted by mankind.

Between the buttercup flower and the rock

yonder, perhaps I could call it home,

in the scent of milky tears I shall inhume my senses and scattered yellow light across the earth.

The eyes stare in the hope of finding Christ

among the warriors.

Bending the knee; I catch that cantillation of prayer, that soothing breath of those wounded,

homeless in their own country

That image of the voice, the voice that reflects, in the soil, the spring in the ground.

They shall rise soon:

Home, who would not wish to return there, for a door to open suddenly

The oily wick curled like a weasel’s tail

for a drop of tallow to drip in the dark over the feet

and vouch that the floor is there –

a red lamp to shine, and the top crust of bread

the nest built on rocky ground, to glow atop the hill.

The skin of her breast like a silk cocoon, removed my tongue

planted it in the rose garden, where she goes to sing in the eve, in the gorse brush.

Bloody wars are being waged, yonder are pastures and rusty broken gates that open with a creak

facing the landscapes of New Days and the bird’s ominous call, they lie amidst the meadows

kissing Christ’s firefly on the foot

in the dark roots of the world.

المنتدى الدولي للإبداع والإنسانية المملكة المغربية

Dra Hc Maria Elena Ramirez  🌹✨🌹La Inmaculada Concepción De La Santísima Virgen María.✨✨🕊️🌹Conceda La Paz En El Mundo. AMÉN.  La Inmacula...