I’m walking down by the water in Monte Carlo… the big blue sea sparkling its harmonious melody.
The afternoon summer breeze lifting my hair, penetrating my soul with the glow of pink and orange sunset hues.
A sailor tips his hat nodding his head – paying homage to my viral femininity. His eyes sway to the click of my heels for what seems like an eternity.
I’m wearing Chanel No. 707 on my fingertips, and 507 on my lips.
As the dust settles with the wind,
So my pen rises to settle the words wanting escape from this institution my body and mind have become.
No one direction, merely an exhalation of my emotions, a resurrection in deep need.
In the dichotomy of fragility and stubbornness, they float in limbo.
The heartbeats which beat disguise of pain or premonition.
Squeezed into a chamber, crying out for exhalation and resurrection.
Carla Golian, 2017, oil on canvas, 40 x 50 cm
Passes by, passing me by,
I watch, as the train goes by.
Hoping it’s not my life,
Passing me by.
Sitting on the outside, looking in.
A couple of days after I drew up a sketch for this painting, on August 11, a train traveling from Cairo crashed into another in Port Said in Alexandria. It was an unfortunate tragic accident. Goes to show that sometimes, it’s not so bad being on the outside looking in.
Carla Golian, 2017, oil on canvas, 40 x 50cm
This painting is inspired by the Anime film, Spirited Away
I try to let go, to let go, to let go,
And to let go some more.
I try to hang on,
To the faith, to the hope, the beauty
I try to hang on,
To the promise that no one made,
The promise of the promised land.
The divine paradise.
To be,
Spirited Away.
What is God? Who am I? Why am I here?
These are questions Victoria has been endlessly trying to answer all her life.
Things take a turn when she comes across a book, “La Très Sainte Pyramide.” The three centuries old writer and alchemist, The Count of Saint Germain, has authored the book.
Is it real? Is he alive? Is the book legitimate or is it a scam?
Victoria sets out to answer!
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My thoughts rise,
Like the notes of song,
Rising and Repeating
Over and over again.
Can’t get no rest from its insistence,
To repeat and repeat and repeat,
Over and over again.
And again, and again.
And yet again.
God save me!
Only God can save me,
Or myself.
In the circus of my chaos
It is everything but funny, to me.
Stormy, aye…
Dark and desolate, as we expect misery to be.
Yet still, and especially now,
the ultimate expression of the divine manifests,
The Light shines…
Shinning through the storm, the dark and the wind.
Rays of hope and faith,
Beauty and love.
Carla Golian, 2017, oil and gold foil on canvas, (3) 20 x 25 cm.
January 1, 2017, Sunday
a beautiful day to start the new year!
Happy New Year!
Jesus arose once, He will rise again!