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Title : Painting is my opium
Category : Painting and Art
Painting is my opium Painting is my opium, my weed, my sedative and my weapon. It helps me to see far and beyond, love more and feel more. It is my craziness and my wisdom. It unites me with nature, animals and human beings. It takes me far into the deep sea of unconsciousness Where I meet with the hidden and can not be told. Painting is my light, my prayer and my sacred temple. It opens the way to the way. It is my love to a particular woman, a child and a friend. It teaches me to love all human regardless of race, religion or nationality. Painting is my Garden of Eden where I am Adam and Eve, the serpent and the creator. It is my hell and paradise .It is my prayer and my song. It is my music and scream, my peace and war. It is my tool to understand life and death. It helps me survive and find beauty in ugliness, meaning in meaningless and love in hatred. Painting make me a mystic, a dancing Gypsy, worshiper and a prophet .It is my dream and my nightmare. It is my language, my poetry, and my wings. It is my freedom and prison. It makes me the richest man in the world. Painting is my kingdom, you don't need to knock the door is open, don't ask and you will be given. Painting makes me the king and the servant. Painting is my wine, come my friends and visit me, lets be drunk and stoned. Please come to my island, my refuge and the city of Gods. Painting is my wings. It takes me to the future and to the past. Painting is my long journey to the deep well of my soul. Painting is my language, my music, my cinema and me the real me. Painting is my geography and history ,my science and superstition , my alchemy and my magic , my inner biography and my diary . Painting is a flood coming from unknown source, from a deep archived memory. Painting is a race between my tools and my continuous changing dreams. I dream to paint my dreams, useless, useless, I only grasp a few line from a very long poem. I paint to sleep, wake up, and to tell my self my story, my hope and my despair. I paint my love and joy, my inner feelings and the world outside, my laughter and my tears. I paint what I know and what I don’t fathom. I paint from the border of hallucination and reality. I paint to live, to run away from death and to make my world tolerable. I paint to forget, to remember, to breathe, and to keep my head above water to show or to run away from reality. My painting is a war against all wars, to make peace with the world, nature and my self. It is continuous war with my colors and my brushes, with my ideas and the medium, with my feelings and with my style, and no peace in the horizon. It is unfinished revolution, my scream in the face of cruel and absurd world, my dictionary and my guiding star in my journey to the unattainable. I paint to show where I am going and from where I come from. Mahmoud Zayed Ottawa/ 2008
It's great that your opium is so useful. As for me, my opium is to play I would like to make changes in my life
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