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Gioia Albano Copenhague, Danemark Website Darla Farner Fairview, OR, USA ."Oh you souls of the sea, for the Lord has set you free." Title: Sandwaves Website Monique Dea Gatineau, Canada J’ai vu la mer Ce matin la mer est grise Le ciel a lâché prise Sa couleur ne se reflète plus À cause des nuages intrus J’ai vu la mer se gonfler Durant la tempête enneigée Le vent soulevait cette immaculée Dans un tourbillon endiablé Ses vagues crachaient l’écume Formant un amas serré de bulles Elles retournaient vers la mer Pour revenir plus fort vers la terre Par dessus les dunes de sable Elle était furieuse, en débâcle Déchaînée elle rageait dans le temps Entraînée dans le tempo du vent Je suis restée hébétée À la regarder s’agiter Contre le vent et ses marées Elle a continué à tout bousculer Les nuages gris se sont retirés Elle s’est peu à peu calmée Elle a découvert sa source d’éveil Elle chante ses merveilles Son amant est revenu la frôler Elle reprend sa couleur bleutée Sa grande féminité Accepte cette masculinité Stefan Alexandres Athens, Greece Title: 'Our Sun' Website Tamara Agapova , Russia Federation Title: 'Crimea after Storm' BERNADETTE O'CONNOR WATERFORD, IRELAND From Dunmore east you sailed that Morn, To thr sound of the gulls and the distant fog horn. The day was good, it was a good catch, Herrings galore pilled high in the hatch. The weather changed and the winds grew strong Howling and roaring its loud Lonesome song We waited through the night with hope and prayer Praying the sea these five men she would spare Now Months have passed and our hope and prayers have failed And even on calm nights i hear the wind wail. DEDICATED TO MY FATHER WHO LOST HIS LIFE WITH FOUR OF HIS COLLEAGUES IN THE JANUARY STORMS OFF THE SOUTH EAST COAST OF IRELAND IN 2007. Raymond Matabosch Le Soler, France Bord de mer. La mer longs sanglots cris des sirènes caresse le rivage baise les écailles polit les galets et sculptant des visages côtiers dépose à ses pieds grain après grain du sable roux parfumé d'iode. Longs sanglots doucereuse musique symphonie aquatique l'ondulation des vagues tresse mielleuse et puérile fibre après fibre un macramé d'écume sur le corps nu langoureusement alangui d'une vestale somnolente. Shelley Shanks Houston, United States let your love and light bless the shores Web site Tom Dickson Toronto, Canada chance meeting of Harvey Clearwater and Malcolm Fish, identical twins separated at birth, near Moosonee, July 24, 1940 Web site Kara Asilanis Gridley Grass Valley, California, USA SOMETIMES it is through the dark that we get to the light and then- we are in the light even when surrounded by darkness Web site Eileen Doughty Virginia, USA In folklore, dolphins helped save drowning sailors. They are also "souls of the sea". Web site Chris Edling Malmo, Sweden Lost mission Web site Van Renselar , United Kingdom Linda Saccoccio Santa Barbara, USA Sea vast and infinite Andrew Raputo Moscow, Russia From branches of air the songs are born. Marie Louise Eriksen Paris, France Title: Self Portrait Aqua Website: Connie van Winssen Westbroek, Netherlands Seascape The Sea: Beautiful but also dangerous! Website James Gielfeldt Welland, Ontario, Canada Mermaids have long been a symbol of the sea, and provide a romantic look at seafaring. The mermaid in 'The Longing' is a solitary reminder of what once was an icon of the superstitious mariners of days gone by. Rob Elphinstone Nanaimo, Canada Fisgard Lighthouse, Victoria, BC The passage of time has made manned lighthouses somewhat anachronistic. These structures stand against the elements warning ships of the perils of the west coast. This painting illustrates the fragile nature of manmade structures in the face of west coast nature. Website Mich , Canada Michal Ashkenasi Kfar-Saba, Israel This painting is part of the "Born of the Sea" series. I believe the Sea was the cradle of all life on Earth and therefore the "Souls of the Sea " are back where they were born . They still live on and make new lives on Earth. Title: Orange Whale emd Los Angeles, United States "My love, Catherina and me, decide to take our last walk through the noise to the sea...not to die, but to be reborn...away from lands so battered and torn...forever." ~Jimi Hendrix~ Ana Monzon London, UK Beyond the Sea Audrey Ross Dallas/Ft. Worth, USA From the Sea and Back Again Elin Neumann Gyllingskov, Denmark "The Deep Blue Impact" Website Carol Barber Gainesville, USA Mermaids are like angels representing these spirits of the sea. Website Caroline Stengl Victoria, Canada Title: Free Diver This image celebrates the beauty of a shipwreck that has become a coral reef supporting marine life and undersea dreams. Website Paol Mullumbimby, Australia "Three little waves" On first one I came On the second one I live One the third one I left Paol Website Alvaro Arrosamena Gothenburg, Sweden/Uruguay Caracola a Yemanjá. Sacred place. Caño Loco Beach, La Paloma, Uruguay. 2006 My tribute to Candomblé´s female Divinity Yemanjá. The most popular "Orixá" in my home Land Uruguay... Mother of the sea and the liquid element. She is my personal Orixá and my Mother too. Monique Dea Gatineau, Québec, Canada Jeu au dessus des flots Aminta Soest, Germany la paz de los abismos se cierne en la profundidad, y un canto de protesta se oye en rededor, gigantes de los mares que conoceis la paz, protestais voz tambien? La paix des abîmes s'insère dans la profondeur et une chanson de protestation est entendue dans les environs. Géants des mers qui connaissez la paix, protestez-vous aussi ? Armando Tejuca Havana, Cuba Title: The pleasure of submerged Website Monique Dea Gatineau, Canada Titre: Clair de lune La mer, toi qui danse et chante avec la mélodie du vent. Soit clémente avec ceux qui s'aventurent durant ton temps de quiétude. Si le vent veut devenir plus violent. Souffle-lui que ce n'est pas encore le temps. Et si la pluie veut se marier à tes flots Dis-lui que tu dois prendre soin des matelots. Je t'aime la Mer Sheri Burhoe Hampton, N.B., Canada Beauty is in the Moon, Stars and Trees We Rest in Knowing Such Beauty that Surrounds Us Life is Now ~Sheri Burhoe~ Website Cynthia Luhrs Raleigh, USA We live in a fractured world. People are disjointed and angry. I hope to bring some small amount of joy to people's souls. Website Margherita Roma, Italia Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer! Roger Cummiskey Dublin, Ireland The River Liffey "Anna Livia Plurabelle". This painting is based on the main character in Joyce's classic "Finnegans Wake". The character is interchangeable between a heroine and a river (The Liffey) which enters the sea as it flows through Dublin. It is therefore both. The image is from one of a series of river gods commissioned by the famous architect James Gandon (1743-1823) from Edward Smyth, a virtually unknown stonemason who worked on them from 1780 to their completion in 1786, for the Custom House in Dublin. The "heads of the river" were 14 in number and were called after 14 different rivers in Ireland. The Liffey is the only female of the 14. The sculptures can be seen to this day on the outside of the building, over 200 years later. ©RogerCummiskey.com Shayla Perreault-Newcomb Richibouctou-Village, Canada Titre: Chant de l'Âme Soeur Jason Newcomb Richibucto-Village, Canada I will never lose my soul Biser Panayotov Rousse, Bulgaria Title: Requiem Web Site Monique Dea Gatineau, Canada La mer qui est le reflet du ciel Barbara Close California, USA Web Site Geoffrey Benjamin Chew Pasadena, California, USA "Touch me again" Feel the burn of a thousand white candles lit against the darkness that I feel a lake of fire and a pool of black nothing lapping on each others shores like wolves at a mountain stream of tears running down my cheeks to be brushed away by a hand that will never touch me again and I'll break your heart Web Site Nadina Tandy Gibsons, BC, Canada
Dianna Shyne Seattle, Washington, USA The Rain is Singing Michael Savage Ocean Park, BC, Canada 'Peet' got her name because the only stencil at the old cabin read 'keep out'. She is built of laughter. Anonyme Edmundston, Canada "L'amour vrai est profond et puissant, il a la force de la marée et la douceur des vagues, il s'impose à nous comme un océan." auteur inconnu Marianne Genève, Suisse S.C. Edmundston, N.B., Canada Pavillon noir, viv'ment qu'on s'barre Si un jour la mer nous jette alors dis, Qu'est'c'qu'on f'ra de nous Pavillon noir, Bon Dieu d'histoire Plus j'la hais plus j'la déteste plus je l'aime Plus je l'aime plus que tout. Anita Saxon Roanoke, VA., USA Ocean black and meek I see his fingers peeking. The song played so loudly yesterday, he swam to the deepest end never to recall the broken mask, soon to be unglued. Make his way clear and save the weariness and hibernation beneath the waves and claws. Four winds play themselves through the salt of the sea. No way to swim except to surrender the rushes of addiction sands. Hope still tastes upon his lips today, as he remembers her kiss within the depths of the water and rocks scrape upon his skin. Tearing away the layers of illusion. In the end, all that remains is his soul without the physical barriers clung like old clothes on his back. The sting is deep to reflect abandon. He craves her touch and carresses of a gentle brush of paint upon soft fingers. Prepare for light's rays of truth and mercy. Release the mystery, reach for the brightness of wave's peak. To carry you home across danger's pleasure. Release your demons, hold your staff high. Know your truth moves the mountains of endless sea's retribution. So wrapped with wings of her scent, he no longer has the strenth to keep from the wetness of baptism's womb. All at rest, now from the stormy seas...landed in paradise, the love of his life staring into the ocean of his soul..the lioness sounds calling her maker and forever blending, loving, and forgiving. So howl if you must, and cry your deepest wound. It is through the salt of your own tears that lifts muck from the depths. Never would I chose to take such pain from your heart. This is your only salvation. To connect once again to all the emtions of a child. Embrace him... Love him...Only then can you love me. Website Claudio Ghirardo Mississauga, Ontario, Canada The rose smbolises life, beautiful, precious and fragile. The person holding the rose could be anyone. Anyone who remembers and feels the loss and questioning what it all means. The bird is a dove, the symbol of peace, that the person holding the rose needs, but also peace for those who have passed away. Armando Tejuc Havana, Cuba Title: Sea Oberture Jeanie Zentz Lititz, USA Gone where? Gone from my sight ... that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, 'There she goes!' there are other eyes watching her coming and their voices ready to take up the glad shouts 'Here she comes!'" - Henry Van Dyke Franz Graw Duesseldorf, Germany
Dalia Duboniene Vilnius, Lithuania Title: Butterfly Dance Arsim Kajtazi Bad Dürkheim, Germany (Kosova) Me Odesea Jan Theuninck Zonnebeke, Belgique Zuydcote Meenal Chaudhari Pune, India "When the scientist will see the loving energy, the universe will shine!" Donovan Web Site Ansgard Thomson Edmonton, Alberta, Canada Web Site Geoffrey Benjamin Chew Pasadena, California, USA Web Site Masaaki, Sugita Otsu, Japan I will be painting in the field during spring to autumn in this year. Iwas living to see gulls flying in the shore every day during the last autumn to this spring, during I couldn't painting. Until autumn, I will be painting in the open air. Then the gulls will be back in this autumn. Title: Impression of Sea Web Site Mauricio Toussaint Guadalajara, Mexico Title: El Dios Niño del Agua Steffi Friedberg, Germany Title: " Giant wave " Web Site Tamara Agapova , Russian Federation Title: "World in our Hands" Web Site Monique Simard Gatineau, QC, Canada Les âmes submergées par les eaux reviennent flotter sur les flots Florbela Moreira Algarve, Portugal "Mon désir de toi fut le plus terrible et le plus court, le plus désordonné, ivre, tendu, avide." Vingt poèmes d'amour et une chanson désespérée de Pablo Neruda Site Web Linda Pierson , USA A color does not divide the world, it merely enhances the next. Title: Joseph Web Site Margo Chornlesky Ft. Lauderdale, USA Let not there be a last leviathan... save them as you would your own soul for they are the hope and keepers of the sea. Web Site Carole Choucair Oueijan , Lebanon/California, United-States This mosaic piece titled "Break" represents the Lebanese (Phoenician) sail boats Biser Panayotov Rousse, Bulgaria Title: Presence Web Site Martine Jacquot Wolfville, Nouvelle-Écosse, Canada Au Gré du vent Adèle entend grincer la chaise berceuse de sa mère. Elle ralentit le pas, de peur de surprendre, de déranger Elvira. Elle sait qu'à cette heure-ci, elle aussi part pour un voyage imaginaire, non pas vers l'avenir, comme sa fille, mais dans le passé. C'est le moment où elle pense à son mari, que la mer a avalé, avec un autre pêcheur, alors que la petite n'avait que quatre ans. Jeune veuve, Elvira n'a jamais voulu oublier, n'a jamais voulu recommencer. Site Web Cynthia Luhrs North Carolina, USA Title: A Civilized World Web Site Gill Barron Bentham, Lancaster, England Title: Only the boats remain Web Site Silvère Boureau Yardley, USA Title: Wave on Black Rocks Web site Dorota Buczel Toronto, USA Title: Queen of Cups Web Site Robert Bissett , USA "Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach waiting for a gift from the sea." Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea, 1956 Web Site Margherita Fascione Rome, Italy Title: Ninfe Web Site Diciembre Aguilar Mexico City, Mexico "Our body is a submarine of flesh in which our souls travel timeless" Alexandres Stefan Athens, Greece Over the edge of the sea, the night shrinks. Daniëlle Vandermeulen Kortessem, Belgium FLOATING Alexander Nijmegen, Netherlands Yep! there is a lot of hope Chantell Van Erbe , USA Title: Sea Keepers Karey Pohn Encinitas, California, USA Sea Mermaid Robert d Hogge New York, U.S.A. CEMENT CITY SUNSHINE Marianne Genève, Suisse L'art, cette énergie belle et subtile qui se partage par amour, libre lien sacralisant la matière ... Au dela du temps, il devient virtuel, imprimant sa vibration dans la mémoire d'une goutte, s'échappant par la lumière, il cristalise ses rayons dans une fleur de vie. L'eau ruisseau devient rivières, lacs et mers, dans le voyage vers le grand Tout. J.L. Roberts , USA Do You Hear That? Do you hear that?? The terrible growl Of Man's will Against God's? Do you hear THAT? The awful screech Of Man's reach, Thrashing the Earth? And the haunting repeal Of machinery's squeal And the wails of those Caught in the breach? Do you HEAR that? The terrible wrenching Of misers From their measure? Like flesh From bone! Oh, the pain, The heat! And woman All bound, Unable to treat. Do you hear.... that? The shrieking din Of Man's own law, Judging him? Like the freaking Banshee It screams out "THE END!!"! Do you hear The shrill schism Severing humans from Their humanity? They chose the tyrant, And raped the lover, And never skipped a beat Chanting The lover IS the tyrant The lover IS the tyrant Till everyone finally agreed! Now.... shhh! Can you hear that? The gentle, lapping of waves... As we row away On an ocean of blood And salty tears Retreating Into the bosom Of the Universe, While those still serving The glory of War Impale themselves Upon the rocky shores Of Mighty Treacherous Truth. J.L.Roberts - 2/28/05 Dorel Lupu Iasi, Romania ONE WISH ALONE HAVE I One wish alone have I: In some calm land Beside the sea to die; Upon its strand That I forever sleep, The forest near, A heaven clear Stretched o'er the peaceful deep. No candles shine, Nor tomb I need, instead Let them for me a bed Of twigs entwine. That no one weeps my end, Nor for me grieves, But let the autumn lend Tongues to the leaves, When brooklet ripples fall With murmuring sound, And moon is found Among the pine-trees tall, While softly rings The wind its trembling chime And over me the lime Its blossom flings. As I will then no more A wanderer be, Let them with fondness store My memory. And Lucifer the while, Above the pine, Good comrade mine, Will on me gently smile; In mournful mood, The sea sing sad refrain. . . And I be earth again In solitude." Mihai Eminescu, Romanian writer (1850 - 1889) Title of painting: Muse Web Site Kathy Otsman-Magnusen Pahoa, Big Island, Hawaii, USA Inside of Me I feel lonely for the things I ran away from. Everything feels so loud now. The voices I did not cherish then are put in boxes screaming to get out. This piece inside of me perhaps in you This mystery, uncharted routes that lead to hidden closets, spaces, voices, lyrical musings hums and secrets Alone in deed and conflict I failed to find myself. There are answers - I know it. There are ribbons and sequins sticks and leaves green under my feet. I can make a little boat here. Blades of grass will be my sail. There is a ribbon in my pocket and a note I carried well. There are words that could not be spoken neglected smiles kindness' that should have been given easily replacing my tight and uncomly mouth. There are moments in the note that help me pace myself. I can neglect them here or I can feel them now. Kathy Ostman-Magnusen 11/24/04 Title: She could almost touch them Web Site Margit Eberl Vienna, Austria Title: Sad Mermaid Web Site Anonyme Edmundston, N.-B., Canada La musique souvent me prend comme une mer! Vers ma pâle étoile, sous un plafond de brume ou dans un vaste ether, je mets à la voile; Armando Tejuca Havana, Cuba Title: the sea catch me Helen Duley Queensland (state), Australia It was about two hundred years ago that their different communities were destroyed, and their people were sent across the great oceans, with great losses, scattered forever to the different continents. Some of my ancestors came from Ireland. They were sent to Australia, as "Convicts" to be sold as slaves to the highest bidder. This harsh treatment came about for protesting about the way that thousands of their people were needlessly starving to death in the great potato famine of Ireland. One came as a little cabin boy, aged about ten years old, on the the ship called "The Cutty Sark", fleeing Scotland, a country where his clan the "McGregor" was being persecuted and driven away from their home land ... and so our clan was dispersed all over the world. And he claimed his bride from the sea too... when a ship load of emmigrant women from Scotland arrived at the australian docks, my great-great grandfather went down to the docks to meet it coming into the harbour. As the ship berthed, he shouted out in a loud voice: "Who will be a wife to me?" and someone answered from the decks .... "I'll be your wife!" She become my great great grandmother! These are a few stories of my ancestors; but, I would also like to put in word for the voiceless... for those who no-one talks about, for those who no-one remembers. Some of these were very young children who drowned when a ship sank of the coast of Africa. They were "slaves" on their way on their way to life of long slavery. And tragically, this happened only three years ago, and not three hundred years ago. It was only one of many such slave ships that still gather slaves along the African coasts. The ship sank in deep waters, with all the hundreds of children still aboard. Sadly, it is often through the sea routes that the history of slavery still goes on strongly for all peoples in all parts of the world. It is still a great sore upon the earth, and an unresolved tragedy. Web Site J. L. Roberts Carnation, WA, USA There's Sea Inside the Leaves Roland J(ohn) Ford Baltimore, Maryland, USA Illustration by: Roland J. Ford Sonja Hindkjaer Copenhagen, Denmark Balancing I balance on the skyline the wild ocean beneath me returns the golden rays of the sun penetrating and bestowing my creative forces Death has been and stayed behind the ocean door is wide open I enter the blue mind happiness calls me as a witness Freedom ties the bones to the bottom of the sea and only my hair floats with the waves Title: Ocean of life Web Site Anonyme Edmundston, Canada "La bonne semence, même si elle tombe dans la mer, deviendra une île." proverbe malais Dalia Duboniene Vilnius, Lithuania Title: Waiting Betina Jung , Denmark The sea with the two faces ... I look into the deep blue sea Look at the waves a new wave is born and in a moment it's reuniting the big blue ocean. Does the wave know it is a wave? I think about the soulless bodies I am standing in front of the biggest Kraft Now it is nice and blue Tomorrow it is a tsunami I will send my love to all of the soulless wishing peace The meeting with the big blue sea can be soulless the sea is whispering and I am suddenly awake The sounds of the sea frees our soul .... Even that, the sea has two faces ..... Web Site Andrea Pratt Delta, BC, Canada Title: The Secret Deeps are Whisperless Web Site Brian Morrison Boston, USA Title: Flight from purgatory Web Site Tom Dailey , USA Web Site Karin Momberg Citizen of, Chile - Spain The man and the sea Free mankind, you will always be delighted by the sea - it is your soul, a mirror where you look at your soul running endlessly like the waves. Your heart is an abyss not less bitter. It is here where you lavish your image with delight, you grasp it with your eyes, with your arms and you free yourself from your internal noise if you listen to its indomitable wild voice. Both are dark and discrete: no one has ever descended down to your abyss, man, nor there is anyone in the sea who could know its hidden treasures: this way they are protected with care. And yet, from immortal times, every one of you fight against it - without mercy or remorse, in a way that you begin to relentlessly enjoy torture and death in an eternal fight. Author: Charles Baudelaire Title of painting: Mind and Tides Web Site Edita Virginia, USA Title: Listening to the sea Web Site Mirela Zdjelaric Montreal, Canada Title: Ghostly Fish Web Site Anonyme Nouveau-Brunswick, Canada "Les mots sont les passants mystérieux de l'âme." Victor Hugo Anthony Bolton Dallas, TX, USA If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets in the sea.... Title: Fish Web Site Margherita Fascione Rome, Italy Title: Nereidi Web Site Une bouteille à la mer, Acadie Dixième jour de mai de l'an de grâce mille neuf cent soixante-quatorze ….. Je rêve de voguer sur tes flots vers de lointaines contrées; et de devenir un personnage captivant qui invente des histoires d'aventures qui deviennent des légendes à raconter. Je rêve du jour où sur la voile de mon bateau viendra se poser un papillon rose et je rêve de la nuit où sous un clair de lune ma proue s'illuminera d'un sourire argenté Katherine Kean Tujunga, CA, USA Title: Moonlight Hiatus Web Site Barbara Close California, USA Web Site Moin Karachi, Pakistan Peace to the souls at sea still in the ocean depth, the souls asleep gently rocked by the ocean waves still asleep. Title: Still Web Site Chris Marshall Perth, Western Australia 16-Jan-05 Today is our National Day of mourning for the Asian Tsunami victims - many services have been held around Australia often finishing with flowers being floated out to sea. Today I finished a painting dedicated to those that died ... its called "Sweet Dreams" Although I started this painting quite a while ago, I finished it today and am dedicating it to those that died. The way I see it is a child curled up in the middle of the painting, possibly floating in a sea of debris - there are many other transient faces of different colours in the painting, representing the universality of the disaster and how it touched everyone. The green represents the lush, idyllic, tropical paradise, the yellow represents the sun which goes on shinning and the red represents the flowers of memorial. Sweet Dreams to over 225,000 that died ..... Web Site Mingming Bowerson Vernon, New Jersey, USA Title: Drifting in the blue Kathy Ostman-Magnusen Pahoa, Big Island, Hawaii, USA "The Vacancy Left Behind" It's hard to leave such vacancy behind. There are qualities I may have missed. Isn't everything more complex than what was first observed? How simple to decide this spot was useless. This pebble, soft spoken stone. This avenue that spoke of being nowhere. I missed that it was adjacent to an explosion of well meaning gestures. I missed the sight of a hollow bamboo that stood silent before the ever moving currents of the seaside. I missed the warm, breathing wind that brought tiny grains of sand and touched my skin on lonely days. I missed the memories of reflective thoughts. I should have measured them; the treasures that unfolded while sitting still. I missed I missed the vacancy left behind. Kathy Ostman-Magnusen 11/24/04 Title: Mermaid Baby Web Site Sergey L. Panfilov Moscow, Russia Alexander Nijmegen, Netherlands I don't have a message Lennie Gallant Halifax, N.-É., Canada La tempête Alexander Nijmegen, Netherlands This small and peaceful water Anonymous , Old Photo / Suicide at Sea You held me in your warm embrace and took me to a special place I was a youth The World was new I tried my best to shine for you But, that was then I've failed the test and now I'm back with all the rest Yet different because of these My bright, disparate memories Of crystal mountain, limpid shore O world, I've only been your whore -- And though diverted by your grace It seems I've been no special case When we were young, we'd Time to waste. As adults we believed in the phantoms that we chased Now age becalms us; we sprout words And words seem ever more absurd All seasons came -- they quickly go And soon there's nothing left to show. A seeker's end, as I wanted it A wasted life through which I raced Mirror of All Calm Ocean's Face Gently, now Dissolve Erase. Duncan Long Manhattan, KS, USA Title: Message from above Web Site Darla A. Farner (Artist) Portland, Oregon, USA Oh you souls of the sea, Alexander Nijmegen, Netherlands Let someone tell me, about hope. Let God show me his hope, wave, after wave being transparent. Suffering islands in the sea islands of you and me where the father grasps the hand of a child the mother has trusted the man storm, water, need for help comfort in silent drops salty tears in souls of heaven let me stay, because I have to say forgive me and don`t forget Alexander Web Site Mariano Petit de Murat Cozumel Island, Mexico Complaint of the Absence Ruth Hartman Toronto, Canada May our global souls find solace and joy in the remembering. Angelo Bonavera Sutter Creek, USA Life is about compromising. Ingrid Kamerbeek Sonthofen/Bavaria, Germany Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die . . . . Unknown author, written in a condolence listing for George Harrison of the Beatles sent by Ingrid Kamerbeek of the Webism Group of Worldwide artists: Web Site Martine Jacobs Den Helder, Holland I think my pastel "the first boat" speaks about hope and chance; it is also a metaphor for the truth that life is a constant chance. Title: The first boat Web Site Kelly Moore Santa Fe, USA Swallowed by a whale with two rows of sharp jaggedy teeth, I was floating in the dark blue sea of which I could not fathom. But I was returned by myself with a new song to sing. Web Site Robert d Hogge New York, USA
Nameless faceless who you be. Created from the human sea. Return to once, where you began. Finding peace, warmth, light and redemption. From the oceans cold blue hand. Title: The Floater 2004 Web Site Barry Launius , USA This past year it seems nature has been sending devasting "wake-up calls" in wave after wave of destruction. Hurricane after hurricane hit the same areas of Florida and more recently the monumental destructive forces of the Tsunami in South East Asia. I was compelled to paint "Hurricane" as I sat pondering the awesome power of the sea throughout the history of man. Web Site Maria Sanchez Foster City, CA, USA "May your souls be carried to heaven those lost to the sea. May your wings take flight with the help of your guardian angels". This angel has been painted for the tsunami souls taken by the sea. Web Site Karin Momberg Citizen of, Chile - Spain Ocean princess Cecilia Flaten Santiago, Chile This work and this project is an open window to all the creative souls. Monica Kovac Montreal, Canada The ship sunk in love Diane Rivière-du-loup, Canada Ce soir Tu me reviens en mémoire Il me suffit de te penser Embrasé des senteurs de l'été Est-elle celle que tu imagines Attirés par les mêmes images. La fille du vent La femme enfant Ses rayons percent nos regards Ravis de tant de grâce Te jouant sans crainte des lois Les loups pestent dans les bois. Ils voudraient renier les fantaisies De cette poésie qui est ta vie. Généreuse et tendre amie Glisse le vent dans tes voiles Laisse toi flirter par les étoiles Lumineuse noctambule Sous la lune funambule Laissant éclater ta joie Brûlant ta vie à tout va Reste celle que tu crois Sans te méprendre sur leurs choix Diane Côté Cacouna Brian Morrison Boston, USA Behind the curtain -- a view to the sea? On the pillow my head for all to see lonely eyes cast long towards the sun earthy life illusive fun cast tremors of light past shadows which glow illusions in time, where it is, I go peace to all peoples without any skin this race for eternity alone Ready Begin Web Site Emile Snellen v Vollenhoven Leeuwarden, The Netherlands My dearest love Claudio Ghirardo Mississauga, Ontario, Canada This painting shows the vulnerability and mortality we all feel at one point in our life and the reason why we must remember people who have lost their lives. To me, remembering events and people in this way is also a very spiritual path. That is why I show them praying, it is a way to feel the connection to all those who have perished in tragic ways. Estelle Dumont-Paillard Edmundston, N.-B., Canada comme une vague Lucille Duguay Montréal / Cap Bateau, N.-B., Canada La Mer La Mer est une vague immense Où nous y manquons de prudence Nous y voguons le jour, la nuit Sans connaître danger de son bruit Souvent les gens y prennent leur pain quotidien Quelquefois fort le vent se fait sentir Ils se retrouvent le lendemain plus rien L'espoir règne, calme elle va surgir L'été les touristes y arrivent en grand nombre Ils y viennent surtout pour s'y baigner Pour eux la Mer est une chose de bonté Puis ils partent avec un souvenir sans ombre Belle elle est le matin Notre Dieu en prends soin Et pour nous faire survivre Nous devons la poursuivre Auteure : Lucille Duguay, 1975 Sheryl Luxenburg Ottawa, Ontario, Canada In Memory of The Tsunami Victims Barbara Close California, USA Web Site Jean Paul Lanteigne jr. Caraquet, N.-B., Canada Titre: Les voiles de l'Europa dans les nuages Roger Cummiskey Dublin and Malaga, Ireland and Spain Here is a small poetic contribution written as a tribute to a great Poet and Artist devoted to the sea - Raphael Alberti Brian Morrison Boston, USA Settling down inside myself a wooden ship just before she rots the steady beat of waves lapping, sides once solid and strong gentle lapping, the illusion of peace and innocence. Rotting where water replaces wood, rushing in the outside forces conquer, filling my hull weight beyond my inner strength, the rushing stops, the moment has come. Settling descending as natural and poetic graceful a full symphony gone from view, alone to myself escape these holds from all their baggage, the surface without illusions the light streaming lines from above the clean air waiting filling my lungs that instant first breath of life the weight of anchors I cast from my deck releasing myself from form. Let my soul be my course, my heart its vessel captained by the moment of mind. may I ask nothing. Brian Morrison Web Site Lynda Cookson Connemara, County Galway, Ireland "We didn't know you. You didn't know us. And yet you may. You left us a gift in our minds. A picture of romance and times gone by when you lived and breathed so that we could do the same now. Thank you." Dedicated to Michel Loney, Sea Captain, born late 1700's died early 1800's. Lynda Cookson, Several times great granddaughter of Michel Loney Adjalia FEKAIR ST GRATIEN, FRANCE Âme qui erre au fin fond de l'océan Michel H. Fournier St-Basile, N.-B., Canada ECHO Marion Berthelage Saint Gratien, France La mer emporte les âmes perdues anonymous , USA Like a silk sweater the oceans enclose the terrain of supple plastics we dub flesh on man and on all else fabrication. Susan Knaap Wellington, New Zealand My hope is that this image gives hope and comfort to those who have lost loved ones to the sea. It symbolises the crossroads we all face from time to time during our lives. Not long ago, a family member found himself teetering between life and death in dangerous seawaters and felt he was being asked to make a decision as to whether he wanted to live or die. He chose life. This image is dedicated to those who weren't given the choice. anonymous Edmundston, N.B., Canada "The sea's are the heart's blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins" ... Henry Beston Micheline Bélanger Richelieu, Québec, Canada Il y a la Mer . . . . . . . qui vous enveloppe comme une caresse . . une caresse si douce qui vous fait oublier tout ce qui n'est pas la caresse . . . . En premier lieu, il y a l'approche à la Mer ... tout en se déplaçant pour y aller—que dis-je en tendant son corps vers la caresse liquide—on commence déjà à ne plus penser à rien ... Les pensées doucement s'évaporent, une à une, inexorablement ... Elles rejoignent telles des éclaireurs très habiles, aviser les vapeurs océaniques de votre venue. En avance sur vous, elles se posent au dessus des vagues .. et vous regarde venir ... Et semblable à la transparence-quand vous êtes arrivés sur la rive, les pensées comme on les connaissait si bien avant, on ne les voit plus. On ne les sent même plus .... Et là, elles se sont perdues tranquillement dans les chatoiements de la Mer. Les pensées suspendues ont potentiellement été filtrées par une espèce de bruine de Mer ... Conservées dans le sel et délavées, elles macèrent et cuisent .. Mais on ne le sait pas vraiment puisque nous n'avons plus la certitude d'avoir eu des pensées avant d'arriver à la Mer... Étrange sensation de libération ... Parce que tout se fond délicatement dans le liquide chatoyé de la Mer, rien n'existe plus. Comme par magie .. Les joies, les soucis, les bobos .. les rêves .. les désirs .. enfin tout ce qui dans notre coeur a voulu, voulait, veut et ne veut pas ... voudra .. Rien n'existe plus. Même pas vous, vous n'existez plus .. car plus rien de dérangeant dedans. Vous ne savez plus rien. Vous flottez .... Tout ce qui existe, ce sont les murmures de l'eau .. les chants des vagues dans la mousse frissonnante, le ruissellement de l'eau caressant les cailloux, dorant le sable. . . . Rien que ça. Plus que ça. . Plus de désirs. Plus de pensées. Plus rien. La Mer ...ouaaaaaaisss.. . . Ca prend beaucoup de relâchement pour distiller les pensées .. Et de chaleur. Et de Vent. Et de paysages d'Arbres qui défilent de chaque coté de la route pendant que vous y allez. Et de Silence. Le Silence-Musique ça oui, mais encore .. c'est mieux du Vrai Silence. Puis, voilà, ca y est les pensées de toutes sortes, elles finissent par embuer le ciel et former des nuages .. C'est une sorte d'évaporation .... Il y a la Mer . . . .plus que la Mer . . . Rachel Lavallée Boraman , Your paintings, your history has touched my soul like a forgotten memory buried deep inside. I read your words of your tragic and painful past, I see your art, I feel your pride and tears flow from my eyes and soul. Somewhere deep inside, I feel a connection I have never felt before. Claudio Ghirardo Mississauga, Ontario, Canada Someone is working out their feelings of people, maybe a family member or ancestor, who lost their life. The person is hard on the outside, but hurting in the inside and chooses to write down their feelings or write a poem or story as a way of dealing with the pain inside. Une bouteille à la mer, Acadie Troisième jour de juillet de l'an de grâce mille huit cent soixante-quinze ... |