Tanya Pescada

STOP MOTION. HARE-PIZZA

Time of life

What do you see? Everyone sees their own, their feelings, emotions, associations. Ask a question that concerns you. The answer must not contain "yes" or "no" and does not involve "time". Write in the comments, without analyzing, all the thoughts, feelings, associations that will come while looking at this picture. For example, up to 5 words.

The Pig under the Oak

Take a closer look. The painting can be rotated. No, it has to be done! Rotate it and find new things. How does it make you feel? Write in the comments.

🎨Sergei Yesenin

▶️Who is that, you ask? 🧐I adore this poet. I feel the poet's soul in his works, the depth of his feelings and experiences. Once, a friend of mine confessed that he didn't like poetry.🤔 So I read him an excerpt from Yesenin's poem "The rude are destined for joy." Since then, my friend has viewed poetry differently. 🤗 You can always find your poet, your poem; your artist, your painting; your author, your work...

A drawing is the same as poetry, music, literature. Just a different way of expressing feelings. Do you have favorite poems, books, paintings, songs, classical music?

Sergey Esenin translation by Anton Yakovlev

The rude are destined for joy...

The rude are destined for joy;

The tender are destined for sadness.

I pity nothing;

I pity no one.

I pity myself a bit;

I pity stray dogs.

This path has led me straight

To a tavern.

Why are you yelling, you devils?

Am I not my country’s son?

Everyone here has pawned

His pants for a drink.

Hazy-eyed, I look out the window;

My heart is heavy and hot.

The street in front of me,

Wet from sunlight, rolls on.

There is a boy in the street.

(The air is fried and dry.)

The boy is so happy

And picks his nose.

Go right ahead, my dear,

Get your whole finger in there,

Just don’t burrow into your soul

With the same force.

I’m toast… My courage is failing…

Look at my host of bottles!

I collect corks to plug

I quit my job and embarked on a 3.5 year journey across Asia. The paints and sketchbook were given to me as a parting gift at work. 🎨This painting "Sea Souls" was painted in the Philippines.

It was hard to realize that I no longer have to wake up to an alarm clock, ride the subway for a couple of hours one way, and then the same amount the other way. No more trying to find my place in the collective, to be just like everyone else.

Sing and play with you, my friend