Praying For Freedom While Waiting For Death In The Holy City Of Varanasi — Post from Edge of Humanity Magazine

My sister wanted to travel to India (and quite especially, to Varanasi) since she was very young. She was (just as I am) very aware that our Roma ancestors came from India one day, some ten centuries ago. She wished to go there but had not time enough. I share this beautiful and instructive post… Continue reading Praying For Freedom While Waiting For Death In The Holy City Of Varanasi — Post from Edge of Humanity Magazine

A fifty years old sewing pattern in my wish list !

Our mother had this sewing pattern from the late 60s or early 70s. My sister fell in love with it some fifteen years later and tried to make it by herself, but failed somehow, or got bored with the labour, or couldn’t find all the necessary tools and materials. (I can’t remember much aside of… Continue reading A fifty years old sewing pattern in my wish list !

Ena – Essential charm outlined in black and white

Ena, from Osaka, Japan, is a young fashion designer with much talent. She draws inspiration from traditional minimalist silhouette painting of his folk, but also from modern manga, aside of that already old trend in European –mainly French– fashion design, coming from Art Deco; which in turn, had one of its important roots in Japanese… Continue reading Ena – Essential charm outlined in black and white

Last-ditch Effort

Tomorrow is “La Diada de Tots Sants” here in Catalunya –exactly the same as All Hallows’ Day or All Saints’ Day for most Irish, British and American people–. Right now is its eve here, and I am thinking of my own dead ones and burning candles in their memory. One in particular is still sprightly… Continue reading Last-ditch Effort

Ghostly girl come from nowhere, crossing the street

[These are reshaped and repainted images after an original illustration by Franco-American artist Pascal Champion that touched a very deep fibre inside my heart, as something I have actually seen, and continue to see at times…; or almost; so, I had to adapt it a bit more to my own inner vision. I also had to post it here rather than in any of my own blogs – Li F]

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Ghostly red-haired girl crossing the street under a heavy rain (reshaped and edited by LiF after an artwork by Pascal Champion, 2016)

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Ghostly bluish girl crossing the street under a heavy rain (after an artwork by Pascal Champion, 2016)

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Again in the private Wonderland of Yuumei

I am following as well as I can the artwork by this Chinese girl of great talent (Yuumei (Wenqing Yan)); and I’m lost for words to express my admiration toward it. Since I do not have much spare time for blogging, either, I won’t comment much on the particular illustrations I present. Instead I will… Continue reading Again in the private Wonderland of Yuumei

Portrait from Beyond

Originally posted on INVISIBLE FORMS:
Some portraits remain in the memory no matter how long ago they were taken. To me, this is one of them. It tells me, and reminds me, of perfect beauty seldom seen before or after. It is a picture of an angel, gone but still very present. Truly memorable. (Even…

Nane tsoxa – I’ve no skirt

[First posted in November 29th, 2016. Reblogged now, out of nostalgia, after listening to this music again. To the few who still follow this blog and were not here back then, in 2016, I just recommend to enjoy the nerve of the music, the spell of the Rromani language, the flare of a person now… Continue reading Nane tsoxa – I’ve no skirt

The previous ‘Morning After’, by Alyssa Monks

[This post on contemporary American painting is a direct follow-up of another one on this same blog: A Painting with Soul: ‘Morning After II’ by Alyssa Monks.] The oil below was painted ten years before the other, and does not seem as accomplished to my eyes; neither technically nor aesthetically (but is still very good!). The… Continue reading The previous ‘Morning After’, by Alyssa Monks

Where Angels Go

Today, now, is Christmas Eve and I feel the need to recall my sister (not that I do not recall her every day, but today is special) and also make a post for her, on her own blog. So here you are, my dear; some edited pics according to your taste…: and there you go… Continue reading Where Angels Go