member of:Observers of the Interdependence of Domestic Objects and Their Influence on Everyday Life


This group has been active for a long time and has already made some remarkable assertions which render life simpler from the practical point of view. For example, I move a pot of green color five centimeters to the right, I push in the thumbtack beside the comb and if Mr. A (another adherent like me) at this moment puts his volume about bee-keeping beside a pattern for cutting out vests, I am sure to meet on the sidewalk of the avenida Madero a woman who intrigues me and whose origin and address I never could have known...
--Remedios Varo


(Slideshow is of Artwork by Remedios Varo)
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
--Franz Kafka

Thursday, April 4, 2013

A Dream of You




black ink, by zoe blue


A Dream of You
a poem by Vesna


You truly stop to smell the roses
You notice the dew on the leaves
You can read from the bark on the trees
Nature’s little secrets open to play for you
Like the vintage musical boxes

Your step is light
Even if your coat looks heavy
You are different
Distant, attractive yet unattainable
Like a sailing ship at the horizon

Here, on the other side of the things
Where the dreams gather to rest
I met a Dream of You
Beautiful like the clef and the notes
Awaiting the One to make music with





notes from zoe:
So, I was caught by the light step despite the heavy coat, and the ship in the distance... and while I was thinking about composition, I found the stories of St. Zita and St. Vincent, whose are both honored at the Basilica of San Frediano in Lucca. St. Zita was a maid, and she was taking bread from the house of her wealthy employers to feed the poor. Someone told on her, and her employers confronted her, telling her to open her coat and show them what she was carrying. Disappointed and ashamed, she slowly opened her coat, and piles of daffodils fell out, but no bread. She is, like St. Fevronia, one who was able to overwhelm the violence of others by nothing more than their own radiance; as a result she went from a simple harassed maid to respected leader of the house despite several difficulties.

After St. Vincent was martyred, a flock of ravens protected his body from the vultures until others could come retrieve it and give it a proper burial, which they did at what is now called Cape St. Vincent, where the ravens continued their guard over his shrine to such a visible extent that Muslim geographer Al-Idrisi (1099-1165) gave the shrine its name Kanisah al-Ghurab (Church of the Raven). In this particular drawing, I didn’t focus on the birds being ravens because I wanted them to be smaller, but it is interesting to note that ravens have a special place in many traditions as mediators between life and death; in Sweden they can be considered the ghosts of murder victims, and in some areas of far-east Russia, Kutkh, a trickster, is a raven who creates himself from an old fur coat.

The pairing gave me a heavy coat which could disappear from both ends.

8 comments:

  1. your beautiful artwork made my day filled with joy and daffodils. I love how you have woven the poem with mythology and symbolism and that special touch of you, gentle and intelligent makes it so special and unique
    Thank you for including me in your art, I can't be more happy:)))
    Volim te puno!

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    1. i am so happy if you like it, your poetry gives me such joy :)
      ti si divna pesnikinja, i am always amazed at your words :)
      volim te plavo!

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  2. I love how Vesna's poem inspired your art ... and that part "where dreams gather to rest I met a dream of you" is gorgeous imagery

    the idea of a heavy coat which could disappear from both ends is intriguing as were the two tales ...loved the idea of the raven creating himself from an old fur coat*!*

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    1. i was also pulled in by that line, "where dreams gather to rest"--she's really an astonishing poet...thank you for your comments!

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  3. Your art is really beautiful and it goes so well with Vesna's inspring poem. "it is interesting to note that ravens have a special place in many traditions as mediators between life and death~” Yes. you are so right. In our mythology, the three-legged raven(or crow) called Yata-garasu(literally, the Yata-raven)
    was sent from heaven as a guide for Emperor Jimmu(the first emperor) on his initial journey. Thank you so much for this interesting and fantastic post, zoe!!

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    1. Thank you for adding to the raven lore! :)

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  4. Gorgeous drawing Zoe, the beautiful poem and old stories wonderfully realised. There's a sweetness and lightness about it, particularly her face that I just love

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