Colours Of The Côte d’Azur

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.

With Every Beat of My Heart

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.

Outside Looking In

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.

Spirited Away

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.