Poem 'He' & Painting

        

Painting ‘Untitled’; I.G.

  

He

Time passes by me.

What it is traitorous times season!

Yesterday the sun purred, but today – the winter…

Laughers sounds he passes trough me

Without feeling soft Spring fragility!

Heart? Who asked her? Unfortunately –  no!

The heart with blood aches sharply

Without the possibility to have the right to live.

Ieva Gudonyte

30.11.2016 – 01.12.2016It covers by blood sharply aching

Without possibility to have the right to live.

Skambiu juoku jis per mane praeina

Pavasario trapaus švelnumo

Taip ir ...nepajautęs.

Drawing 'Philosphy of Time' & Albert Einstein

 Drawing ‘Philosophy of Time’; I.G.

‘Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.

The important thing is not to stop questioning.’

Albert Einstein

(1879 – 1955)

Craft Option. Broach 'Mozart Requiem' & Sophocles

Broach ‘Mozart Requiem’, textile medias; I.G.

‘One word frees us of all weight and pain of life:

That word is love’.

Sophocles

(498 C – 406 C)

Writing poem 'Green Chestnut' and Craft Option. Brooch 'Be On The Wing'

Brooch ‘Be on the Wing’, textile techniques; I.G.

Green Chestnut

Between my eyes and a green chestnut

Is built Ariadne’s thread:

The path is melted in the light, but direction remains.

If you weren’t the sun, I would come to you.

Ieva Gudonyte

 2016

Painting 'Swallow' & Anne Sexton

Painting and mix media ‘Swallow’; I.G. 

 The Balance Wheel

Where I waved at the sky

And waited your love through a February sleep,

I saw birds swinging in, watched them multiply

Into a tree, weaving on a branch, cradling a keep

In the arms of April sprung from the south to occupy

This slow lap of land, like cogs of some balance wheel.

I saw them build the air, with that motion birds feel.

Where I wave at the sky

And understand love, knowing our August heat,

I see birds pulling past the dim frosted thigh

Of Autumn, unlatched from the nest, and wing-beat

For the south, making their high dots across the sky,

Like beauty spots marking a perfect cheek.

I see them bend the air, slipping away, for what birds seek.

Anne Sexton

(1928 – 1974)

Illustration 'There Was An Old Man' by Edward Lear

Illustration ‘There was an old man’; I.G.

There was an old man who said, ‘Hush!

I perceive a young bird in this bush!’

When they said, ‘It is small?’

He replied ‘Not at all!

It is four times as big as the bush!’

Edward Lear

(1812 – 1888)

Painting 'It Is Hate' & Daniil Kharms

Painting ‘It is hate?’; I.G. 

This is how hunger begins:

The morning you wake, feeling lively,

Then begins the boredom;

Then comes the loss

Of the power of quick reason,

Then comes the calmness

And then begins the horror.

Daniil Kharms

(1905 – 1942)