Life

My sculptures
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 29 June 2010 at 01:27 PM Comments(2)

This is normal for me to create something and then to forget it because so many ideas clouds around me and inside. Therefore this is a small resume of my arts, crafts and other creative activity.

My first sculpture I did when I was 11-years old, oh - it was the great history with glory and blood! One day I will tell it. Many sculptures I did from sand, plastic matherials, wood, clay… It is interesting and impressive to create in 3D format.

A Color of Clouds
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 22 June 2010 at 09:48 PM Comments(1)

The most beautiful and perfect thing I have ever seen is clouds. This is today sunrise.

The greatest panorama greets from my 21-floor window: infinity of green forests, nearly prominent skyline and very small number of houses. And the clouds spreads over that glory. 

Just choose the color! Pink? It is the blush on the cloud`s tummys when the sun just going to rise. It happens about 5 o`clock in summer and hardly ever seen in winter. This pink as if it lightly violet, and lilac, with slightly inkling to a drowsy mist.

In the daytime the same basic pink color has changed. It has been just impregnating by in-between tints of honey, from slightly yellow to deepest, sweetest shadows. Bright-rose color has been only on the edges of clouds. It`s shadow as if ruddy, mellow apple.

On the surest the pink color of clouds has changed in the third time. Now it is glutted by crimson splashes, filled by bright-orange on their edges.

Who said that fluorescent colors are unfamiliar in the nature? All of that colors are here! You can paint the evening clouds by a simple office highlighter, and the colors will be true. At that time clouds as if they flaming from inside, especially from their back side.

Let`s see to another colors. How about blue? This is the deep-deep sky. The endless deep-blue far away, then it is slightly dashed by light-yellow-green. It`s shadow so light than will determined only by experienced eye. By homely glance you can see not more than water down blue as if you mixed white color with general blue. But look attentively to that shadow, it is not nearly white!

Here it is all gradations of milk, from transparent-white to drawn-milk color. And in inaccessible height blue color becomes bright and deep dark blue.

 

My love to the clouds is a gleam of desire to see a virgin perfection. It makes me happy. It protect me from dingy, grip, commonplace, powerless and flat human society`s colors.

 

Wow, it`s the great rain! I am absolutely wet!
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 13 June 2010 at 04:21 PM No comments

It`s the great rain now! Like a shower! The day began a bit cloudy and then a big clouds covered all sky up to horizon: 

 I owerslept everything and went to the market too late so the great tropical rain shower me at all. Unfortunately there was no foto to meka a picture of such disaster. And when I came back in 5 minuter it was a clear view!

I guess it`s specially for a lazy landlady as I am. So I came home absolutely wet with my shoes and clothes full of  water.

Hah, funny! It`s something like adventure for that day smile

Deducated to the next day
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 09 June 2010 at 03:00 PM No comments

Hello everybody! Next day it will be the final of graduation process and exams for all students. A small joke from me for them.

All characters belongs to the authors, of course.

Absolutely exhausted and fallling to sleep
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 06 June 2010 at 11:06 PM Comments(1)

Subj! that week was so hard that I can` feel the taste og tea and food, can`t sleep and work.

And I was follen to sleep at 6:00 PM and slept up to midnight and didn`t feel myself refresh but found the fresh mails from students. That  term is really hard and i am looking forward to my holidays in Liapades, Corfu, Greece. I desire and dream about the sea.

All-Forum.Org - I have prepared it!
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 25 May 2010 at 01:55 AM Comments(3)

Today - tonight I daresay - I have finished the main preparation to my new project. The universal, global Forum now is available on www.all-forum.org

Now we have opened the part in Russian, and the english-language will be in nearest future. If you ask me why I decide to build such new project I would answer: I want to create a place to many people could discuss many themes without borders. From business to teaching, from housekeeping to hobby, from psychological problems to yoga and healthy life. Of course I will support it with all of my possibilities, will make psychology consulting, coaching and even will start several online courses. It will be! And now, happy, I want to sleep. The beginning is done.

My god! Overslept!!!
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 22 May 2010 at 10:52 AM No comments

I`m overslept and nearly late… running to my lectures!!! Awful!!!

My brain has broken into thousand pieces, tired.tired, tired
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 20 May 2010 at 07:56 PM Comments(2)

This is the hardest period of the teacher`s year. Many students are passing their exams, graduation works, also I make my lectures, working for projects and try to have the time for my painting. Just imagine the life: from the sunrise I check my e-mail to found student`s works for that day. In the morning I look like this bird: 

If they forgot to do it yesterday they try to trick and send it today morning with hope I could check it. If I don`t they will scrim "We sent our works really". Hah! I check it.

Then I go to my lectures, exams and others activity of the Head of Management department of my institute. It takes a lot of power because of needs to speak with a huge amount of people. They are not quiet. All of them wants my time and attantion. Actually I hate any tipe of exams. I hate to pass and more to judge. But it is the life!

Graduation processis not smooth for many students. They used to be lazy 5 months and then 0 in las 4-5 dayes before  the deadline. I graduation worc consist of 70-120 pages with texts, table etc. I need to read all and to make my remarks (sometimes 10-30 points!), comment it clearly and check the student`s result. It takes a lot of time. The day before yesterday a student found me at Skype at 4:00 AM and ask how I found his work.  And i need to finish several strategic progects such as new Forum and anothers. (Several nights I slept about 4-5 hours and today I was something like zomby. It is not a pleasant view really!)

Among such chaos I live with one dream to finish it and to move in blessed place - Korfu and have here peace and rest.

I dream about the sea, stones… and feel much more better. It will be another work day and I will relive smile smile smile

 


 

The Underground Madonna
Author: ANNAmain • Date: 01 May 2010 at 03:59 PM Comments(2)

Yesterday I was running to work. My way passed by underground and I was lucky: the picture I had seen was so beautiful and exciting: Young woman not more then 23-25 years old with a baby in the sling.

She was beautiful by nature, with long blonde hear and blue eyes, fine features, miniature. It was beauty itself, but I sense something more - strong,  true, spreading in space. It was the handmade bag in patchwork style in her hands. The bag seems to be made by herself, from velvet pentagons patchwork style.  Everything in her was exactly in place. There was no expensive things or stylish accessories. No glamour or artificial things.
She and the baby was simple in the way makes people silent and rest. Such aspiration is deeply inside us.
The essence of warm, love, softness, tenderness; silence and rest. It seems if the waves of harmony and peace flows around her. The saint thing, pure and divine, which so rare meets in everyday bustling. The essence of divine rest and safety, and care I`ve seen before only in dreams.
You know, it is forbidden to use camera in saint places, such as Jade Buddha Temple in Shanghai. I agree with it. Camera could make a perfect picture but also it lives the point  instead of us. We can`t be involve in a process if we are trying to shoot it. Then, disturbed by shakes of the undeground wagon, I made my unperfect scetches by hands.
The thing I want sense more and never forget.
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