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skip to main | skip to sidebar Indigenous Dialogues Paintings, Poetry and a Vision of Madness 05 April 2010 Things around my house.... A family of cacti perched on my kitchen window sill....Plants and stones....My red chair where I dream of stories and faces and strange creatures (I have even painted the door!)....Paints and boxes....My little corner where magical things happen.... Posted by Zaina Anwar at 12:17 AM 0 comments Labels: Things around the house.. 04 April 2010 In the clouds... I see things in the clouds, abstract and transient, freely floating and full of dynamic energy. The above painting is from a series I made about a year ago all following more or less the same theme. Posted by Zaina Anwar at 2:14 PM 0 comments Labels: Artwork 03 April 2010 More from my sketch book... A play of ideas.... Posted by Zaina Anwar at 3:00 AM 4 comments Labels: Artwork 02 April 2010 On Insects... As an artist, I am fascinated by insects. Their anatomy is challenging, sometimes bordering on the fantastique. The skeleton, instead of being inside, lies outside the body. These little creatures have developed armies based on a discipline that is simply astonishing. They scurry around, indefatigable in their mission, carried out silently in partial or complete anonymity. Their world rarely impinges on ours, and when it does, it leads to an encounter so alienating that it leaves us paralysed with fear... Posted by Zaina Anwar at 4:05 PM 0 comments Labels: Artwork 01 April 2010 Reviving old boxes.... I had some old boxes lying around that I decided to redesign and reform. I finished these just yesterday..... Posted by Zaina Anwar at 11:53 AM 4 comments Labels: Artwork 30 March 2010 From my sketch book.... These pen and ink drawings are part of a series entitled, 'Studies- Hands, What lies beneath' which became the basis of a painting displayed at an exhibition in July 2008. You can read more about it here. Posted by Zaina Anwar at 2:17 AM 1 comments Labels: Artwork 26 March 2010 The Third Eye I made this painting entitled "The Third Eye" a couple of years ago. The third eye is a mystical and esoteric concept in certain Eastern and Western traditions. It is the gateway to inner realms and higher states of consciousness. It is associated with solitary visions and heightened perceptions. In Hinduism and Buddhism, it symbolizes Nirvana. To be able to use the third eye is to be intuitive and imaginative. It implies self mastery and unimpaired concentration. The image of Buddha immediately comes to mind....P.S It also happens to be the first painting I ever sold. Posted by Zaina Anwar at 6:02 PM 2 comments Labels: Artwork The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop I would like to share with you one of my favourite poems by Elizabeth Bishop. An American poet and writer, she is considered to be one of the most distinguished poets of the 20th century. Enjoy!The FishI caught a tremendous fishand held him beside the boathalf out of water, with my hookfast in a corner of his mouth.He didn't fight.He hadn't fought at all.He hung a grunting weight,battered and venerableand homely. Here and therehis brown skin hung in stripslike ancient wallpaper,and its pattern of darker brownwas like wallpaper:shapes like full-blown rosesstained and lost through age.He was speckled and barnacles,fine rosettes of lime,and infestedwith tiny white sea-lice,and underneath two or threerags of green weed hung down.While his gills were breathing inthe terrible oxygen--the frightening gills,fresh and crisp with blood,that can cut so badly--I thought of the coarse white fleshpacked in like feathers,the big bones and the little bones,the dramatic reds and blacksof his shiny entrails,and the pink swim-bladderlike a big peony.I looked into his eyeswhich were far larger than minebut shallower, and yellowed,the irises backed and packedwith tarnished tinfoilseen through the lensesof old scratched isinglass.They shifted a little, but notto return my stare.--It was more like the tippingof an object toward the light.I admired his sullen face,the mechanism of his jaw,and then I sawthat from his lower lip--if you could call it a lipgrim, wet, and weaponlike,hung five old pieces of fish-line,or four and a wire leaderwith the swivel still attached,with all their five big hooksgrown firmly in his mouth.A green line, frayed at the endwhere he broke it, two heavier lines,and a fine black threadstill crimped from the strain and snapwhen it broke and he got away.Like medals with their ribbonsfrayed and wavering,a five-haired beard of wisdomtrailing from his aching jaw.I stared and staredand victory filled upthe little rented boat,from the pool of bilgewhere oil had spread a rainbowaround the rusted engineto the bailer rusted orange,the sun-cracked thwarts,the oarlocks on their strings,the gunnels--until everythingwas rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!And I let the fish go.0 Posted by Zaina Anwar at 4:55 PM 0 comments Labels: Articles 15 March 2010 On Love Unrequited A Gothic love poem...On the couch she lies, languid and still,On her lips, a quiver.While behind her, beyond the window sill,The creature secretly hovers.He watches intently the numerous folds,In her sumptuous silken gown.His eye traces the threads of gold,With which her raiment abounds.He counts the rounded bony knobs,Of her spine that curves like a snake,He envisions it slithering beneath the cloth,Leaving venom in its wake.And her neck which is so sleek and fair,Is covered with beads of sweat.Of a sudden she removes a strand of hair,Revealing further, the smooth cervical breadth.Of her locks, so lustrous and fine,He has dreamt through many a restless night.The luscious tresses, swirling like vines,Have ensnared his heart, clutching it tight.In time the maiden sinks deeper and deeper,Into a world of dreams and lore,While beyond the window, amongst the creepers,The hunchback quietly mourns.He looks up towards the sky and utters,A silent cry of pain,Under his breath he feverishly mutters,Maledictions against a Fate so cruel and vain.For he has been cursed with an appearance so ghastly,That none without a shudder can behold,The ashen countenance, the cadaverous rigidity,Of his gait, leaving mortals unsettled and cold.Like a spectre he haunts the woods at night,Always furtive and alone,Hiding in the dark from humankind,His grim and weary load.And at times, when the moon is full,You might hear his tragic moans,As he mourns his love for this woman,A Beauty he shall never hold. Posted by Zaina Anwar at 11:20 AM 0 comments Labels: Poetry 28 January 2010 The Undead by Zaina AnwarThe following poem is based on an old, Eastern European folkloric legend....1On a cold and dreary night, A lone man silently creeps,Through darkly shrouded woods,Past ancient, hidden creeks.'Tis the midnight hour, Most God's creatures are asleep,But here and there through the gloom,An owl curiously peeks.A wintry hush pervades the woods, Frosted leaves are reticent,Save the sounds of forlorn footsteps, They are still and penitent.Up the rounded hill he ascends, With his dark cape flowing,Like water over ebony rocks, Liquified and glowing.And the moon, nocturne pilgrim, Hangs low and diffuses,A strange mystical light,Illuminating whatever it chooses.In such a dismal prospect, Whither does our wanderer flee?At such an ungodly hour, Does he dare to drift aimlessly?2His harried steps,Mark the solitary path,Shifting the dust,Unsettling the grass.Crouched low,With shoulders stooped,Odd gait he has, Like a spring unloosed.His hair is wet, Head carefully hidden,Beneath a languid hood, Its folds dust-ridden.Bony fists are clenched,Against the bitter cold.They are raw and swollen,And bleeding furthermore.And now and then, as he unfolds them,'Tis a strange sight to behold,Ghastly and horrid, twisted and morbid,Talons!-- talons crooked and old.3As Destiny urges, he rapidly advances,Until the moon, a lonesome belfry reveals.From side to side, looking with furtive glances,He enters quickly, not to be heard or seen.In his memory is marked a grave, Towards this he makes his way.Driven by an instinct almost lustful,He falls to his knees, begins to excavate.Feverishly he works, eyes blurry and wild,Struggling against the mouldering clay.When at last his frenzy slowly subsides,The corpse can be seen as clear as day.A sly leer on his face appears,His aim most certainly achieved.With a hefty pull, a twist and a turn,He wrests it from the lair of eternal sleep.4And now as our story nears its end,Take heed of what I say.The corpse is retrieved for a reason,It is to be animated again!.In disbelief you may shake your head,But allow me to humbly state,That many such tales unwisely ignored,Have leaked through legends of late.And the grave digger is a demon,He shall grant the elixir of life.Resurrecting from beyond the crypt,A Vampire, immortal hunter of the night.Who seeks for blood virgin and pure, Whose thirst rises with the moon,Who follows its scent silently lurking, Lurking in the midnight gloom.... Posted by Zaina Anwar at 12:16 PM 2 comments Labels: Poetry Older Posts Subscribe to: Posts (Atom) Metamorphosis By Zaina Anwar All original writing and artwork on this blog are the property of the artist. No reproduction in any form is allowed. Thanks. Who am I? Zaina Anwar I am a self taught painter and a writer. View my complete profile Chronicles... ? 2010 (11) ? April (5) Things around my house.... In the clouds... More from my sketch book... On Insects... Reviving old boxes.... ? March (4) From my sketch book.... The Third Eye The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop On Love Unrequited ? January (2) The Undead The Spell ? 2009 (4) ? December (1) Who Shall live here but us..... ? November (3) My first short story (Contest Winner) Moonlight Sonata... Prelude... Labels Articles Artwork Poetry Stories Things around the house.. I delve into these... 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