Is it Freedom?

[Wasan Khurshid]

“Is it Freedom?”
“Woman who lost her legs and after that, she got freedom” I use always woman numeral in my subjects as the symbol of life. In third world the creative peoples are fiend their opportunities at the End of their age, many of them, they lost their working strength, and other died with diseases or hunger with their beautiful imaginations and gone in to the Black Death Desert.

[JAZ]

Dear Wasan,
This sculpture shows your thoughts very clearly. Because the torso is long and the legs are short the woman appears to be being pulled downward by the ring and the chain. Her downcast head expresses deep sorrow. She has survived a great tragedy.
What is your personal experience as an artist? Are you thinking of a specific woman or women in general? Did your model really lose her legs or is that symbolic only?

[Matisse]

Your figures shapes evoke the long eternal suffering. They are beautiful.

Matisse

[Wasan Khurshid]

Dear Wasan,
This sculpture shows your thoughts very clearly. Because the torso is long and the legs are short the woman appears to be being pulled downward by the ring and the chain. Her downcast head expresses deep sorrow. She has survived a great tragedy.
What is your personal experience as an artist? Are you thinking of a specific woman or women in general? Did your model really lose her legs or is that symbolic only?

1st : I use women symbol as life, because the women create one life with her blood with her reasonableness and giving something dear gift as life as innocence soul, and ………………………………deserts be crowded,

2nd: The massage behind subject you can read above.

3rd: My personal experiences not so wise, but I think about tendency of humans articulations, in my own opinion, there are three parts of enunciations.
i: when the human play with his imaginative ability in drunk mood, to paint, to carve, write and something etc. they careless about their subjects and style, they all ways got a fruit from chances.
ii: when the human play with his academic skill and his practical ability, they produce fantastic, but with diametrical essence, they try to mysticize their produce with technical supports.
iii: when the human play with his soul, then they create something’s great, something’s sweet, something’s like fragrance.

Wasan

[Wasan Khurshid]

Your figures shapes evoke the long eternal suffering. They are beautiful.

Matisse


How can I see your art work? and great thanks fr your cmments.

Wish you ever in green,

Wasan

[Matisse]

Dear Wasan:

You can view my work on International Sculpture Center's gallery, and in Sculpture Community's gallery.Look for work by Irene Stack, supplied by Matisse.

My work differs from subject to subject, depending on mood, world events, and what my muse whispers into my ear.
Matisse

[JAZ]

1st : I use women symbol as life, because the women create one life with her blood with her reasonableness and giving something dear gift as life as innocence soul, and ………………………………deserts be crowded,

2nd: The massage behind subject you can read above.

3rd: My personal experiences not so wise, but I think about tendency of humans articulations, in my own opinion, there are three parts of enunciations.
i: when the human play with his imaginative ability in drunk mood, to paint, to carve, write and something etc. they careless about their subjects and style, they all ways got a fruit from chances.
ii: when the human play with his academic skill and his practical ability, they produce fantastic, but with diametrical essence, they try to mysticize their produce with technical supports.
iii: when the human play with his soul, then they create something’s great, something’s sweet, something’s like fragrance.

Wasan

Your thought process is interesting and I agree with what you are saying.
i. Yes, when we pour out our work in an honest artistic frenzy, powerful surprises happen. This generates energy and opens doors to new forms of expression. It is the most risky of the three because it is raw and unfiltered. ii. When we use cognitive and technical elements of what we understand there is a dichotomy between methods and instinct that can energize our output. There is also more of a framework, therefore the outcome is more predictable than in the previous element.
And iii. When the work truly comes from the soul it represents the depth of what we are. And it is at this point that the work is also universal because then it is also about what it is to be human.
Unfortunately life often distracts us from reaching that deepest place within ourselves, but it is our vocation to strive for that. In the moments when we are being truthful to the universal within ourselves we have a chance at beauty.

[fused]

We're chained to this world
and we've all got to pull.
tom waits

[Wasan Khurshid]

Your thought process is interesting and I agree with what you are saying.
i. Yes, when we pour out our work in an honest artistic frenzy, powerful surprises happen. This generates energy and opens doors to new forms of expression. It is the most risky of the three because it is raw and unfiltered. ii. When we use cognitive and technical elements of what we understand there is a dichotomy between methods and instinct that can energize our output. There is also more of a framework, therefore the outcome is more predictable than in the previous element.
And iii. When the work truly comes from the soul it represents the depth of what we are. And it is at this point that the work is also universal because then it is also about what it is to be human.
Unfortunately life often distracts us from reaching that deepest place within ourselves, but it is our vocation to strive for that. In the moments when we are being truthful to the universal within ourselves we have a chance at beauty.

Dear,
JAZ
Yes we have a chance at beauty, we can make flower for life, here some of my imagination,


Light & Dark

Light for life
Dark for dead
You are free
What you desire
Life or dead
The law of nature
Life for once
Dead for ever
Destroy all weapons
Live with peace
Far from war
Play with star

Best wishes,
“Wasan”

[JAZ]

Dear Wasan,
When I read the newspaper and see the foolish decisions that are made by many of the rulers of this world, I turn to nature where there is always life and death, but not the fighting over philosophies that humans are capable of. I am often amazed by how cruel people can be to one another. I believe that part of our role as artists is to draw attention to the things that help us cope with life and death. When things become oppressive we should devote our energies to thinking about form and color and by producing works that are expressions of these thoughts, we offer some aesthetic distraction to our viewers.
Let us use visual movement, texture, form, and color to convert the world to being a more tranquil place.

[RuBert]

Light & Dark

Light for life
Dark for dead
You are free
What you desire
Life or dead
The law of nature
Life for once
Dead for ever
Destroy all weapons
Live with peace
Far from war
Play with star

Best wishes,
“Wasan”

A very beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us on Sculpture Community, and all artists that happen to read this forum.

I like the way you use words, we who use English as a first language can learn something from your sensitivity in choice of words.

The human race modifies its surroundings sometimes for good and sometimes not. We are unique as a species to the extent and degree that we do that, often at the expense of other life forms and even our own.

May we all find our freedom and "play with star".

[Wasan Khurshid]

We're chained to this world
and we've all got to pull.
tom waits


Dear, fused

Truth scattered by History
Countless soul screeching
Appears still constantly
We heard in chilled hood
Truth is the Power
?

Good wishes
“Wasan”

[Wasan Khurshid]

[QUOTE=RuBert]A very beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us on Sculpture Community, and all artists that happen to read this forum.

I like the way you use words, we who use English as a first language can learn something from your sensitivity in choice of words.

The human race modifies its surroundings sometimes for good and sometimes not. We are unique as a species to the extent and degree that we do that, often at the expense of other life forms and even our own.

May we all find our freedom and "play with star".

Dear,
RuBert,
Thanks a lot for your conceptual support, that will
Give me strength to continue my struggle

Perceiving with soul will no longer
To understand the temperament of
Words or life.
Wasan

[Wasan Khurshid]

Dear Wasan:

You can view my work on International Sculpture Center's gallery, and in Sculpture Community's gallery.Look for work by Irene Stack, supplied by Matisse.

My work differs from subject to subject, depending on mood, world events, and what my muse whispers into my ear.
Matisse

Dear Matisse,
Wow! You have dreemlike imaginative realm, Its really surrealistic too.
Wish you ever in beauty,
Wasan

[fused]

Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
in order to fear and to hope,
the rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing in the
surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes,
arrives in time to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the
clear water of a pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who,
approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly
weapons to Uganda.

I am the 12 year-old girl, refugee
on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean after
being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo, with
plenty of power in my hand,
and I am the man who has to pay his
"debt of blood" to my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring, so warm it makes
flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears, so full it
fills up the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughs
at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.


Thich Nhat Hanh
Vietnamese poet and Buddist monk