The Blossom Stage Acrylic on canvas, Age 12 (2007) 30" x 40" Original & Prints Available
The Blossom Stage
This painting was conceived in the most unusual way. For winter holidays everyone in our home was preparing hand-made surprises for each other. As my brothers were carving a chess table, I was thinking of how to surprise my mother who was very sick expecting the fifth baby at that time. She appreciates my paintings above anything else, therefore I decided to create something different and joyful, so the painting could distract her from her extremely difficult pregnancy. But what I was about to create both with my paints and with my poem would actually carry a much deeper meaning …
I had only five days left and I was sure I would be able to keep this a secret, since my mom never entered my studio without my permission.
The whole painting is a movement in the virtual reality stage.
Geisha is symbolizing entertainment. Her unique dress and make-up separates her from reality. At first I had painted the front of her face, then later decided to turn it away facing the horizon.Everything on the horizon represents the audience. The evening represents the dramatic time for performance.
The hanging blossoms represent curtains which I depicted in a vertical pattern just like a Japanese hieroglyphic writing.
The viewers are between the curtains and become part of the stage participating in the play. What we do, how we act and where we stand is the very background of the stage from where we are observed.
Although the audience might feel that this is rehearsed, everything is taking place for real for the first time without anyone knowing the end of the performance. Like the entertainer, we are creating our own reality.
The geisha is floating on the blossoms signifying the fantasy of this make-believe world.
The sky and water painted upside down show that with each wave and with each gust of wind it is harder and harder to separate the audience from the actors.
The impressionistic style here shows that those viewing the painting need to finish the ending of the story according to their own script, perspective and imagination.
When I gave the finished painting to my mother I asked her not to show it to anyone and not to reproduce it, since I did not think that anyone else would understand its message.
But she liked it too much not to convince me into sharing it with others. So after eight months of persuasion, here it is: my secret painting…
I sign with my life – overweight laughter slows down and the nights blind me from seeing the horizon
Resuscitated lips clap for attention but wild feet leave no tracks in the sea
Dust hangs on burnt memories of life before and camouflaging my armor I deform nature
Teasing the horizon I finally see why this world is upside down
To be lost in the maze of your breath I injure my feet and invite you to arrest me to my broken attention
With each bond to the storm my desires expire and every stop sign expands the view
If I interrupt the breath I will not hear the unborn – By mourning the present overwhelmed pain gets imprisoned
I get handcuffed to the blossom stage like a prisoner assassinating life And only your kiss can now be the rope that will pull me to the horizon…