Poetry & short stories

The horse carries me through the autumn leaves in the forest. Tree tops are almost empty and the chill of the morning thaws. Discoloration in every sense and my breathing from the ideological cold. Winds laid themselves in the tree branches, therefore severe to ride the destination……...

But did not give in, proved by attitude assets………

ride on continuing towards to a lake excessive light on there an angel of death in bright white shone inside and looked into my soul. She slowly opened her mouth and lights could be seen inside her so bright just before blindness………

forthcoming energy pushed me away, my horse is frightened.

The autumn leaves have been ice………...

……….my horse is ice………. lost my mouth when I saw the…...

written by Marja Eugeni

Listen to snowflakes whisper of violins at my window in a March night and the sun shines through the moon, his character is like a light bulb in a black sized air room. Snowflakes dance down hand in hand they put up on the ground and live until they melt. Leaned too much out of the window………..

the snowflakes became larger……. or I got smaller…..

……...lost my grip of the window and the snowflakes grab with their arms up to me to pull me with them to the outside. Cannot hold me, but they got me…………

the white mica bubbled to soft carrying feathers…. I’m floating right in the middle of it all……glitter dust in the vortex with ease in the air. The earth gets closer under my feet drawn I sat up foot…. standing in the night with my eyes towards heaven……wake up in my bed without a blanket.

written by Marja Eugeni

Why am I painting?

I was as a baby at nine-month-old in foster care for a while, after my parents split up.

As a two-year-old toddler I started drawing, when I came back to my birth mother to live with her again. I just always felt the need to express myself to understand the world and feel myself. I felt pain through sadness which I wanted to cure. I thought for some time that I've had two mothers which I only learned to understand as a teenager that I have only one real mother and I love her a lot. Drawing made all the sadness go away which took years. But life always makes you to get through more pain in different situations. But it was also building my own world and understanding my emotions, my world inside my heart

and the outside world of the people around me.

I gotten a younger half-brother at the age of three and I gotten very happy to have my own real sibling, outside of foster care. Life is harder on him though he has been born blind but I'm proud of him how strong he is and how he manages. He is very intelligent and the strongest person I know. We are very close friends. As I was six years old, I was getting a second brother also which is quite a storyteller and I always thought that he would become an author or actor of some sort, because he would have had the talent.

But it isn’t in my hands what he does.

I started in fact with drawing everyday with just the normal equipment’s you can get, pencils, crayons, felt pens and Watercolours I think I've started in primary school, not too sure maybe even earlier. I loved cartoons at a certain age how it’s typical for kids, but I tried drawing those until I've got them right and the kids in school have become jealous about it until some where mean about me able to draw them and they weren’t, and some wanted me to draw it for them. I mostly had haters towards me not many friends at all. But I learned to deal with it by drawing more. Even though I was being bullied a lot becoming a teenager, which I never understood the reason and today I don’t even want to know the reason for it any longer.

I've gotten into a lot of conflicts and misunderstandings with my mother because I've turned into a rebel, simply because I tried to find myself and I had to fight so many haters towards me as a teen, starting in kindergarten my first Bully, because I was smaller than him, he kept on pushing me around and took everything from me away, he made me cry, I never forgot how he made fun of my name and I didn't want to be seeing as weak, because I'm not.

I’ve got tired of copying the cartoons of the tv as a nine-year-old and started creating my own, because an inner voice told me that it was better to do so and that I can. So, I did.

Besides only two friends through this lifetime from kid to teen has only one real one remained until still today, which is sadly distant but still real. Distant only because of living far apart. I think of her every day.

Besides I had grown a different hobby on the side of crocheting and knitting which brings me closer to my mother simply because that’s what she loves doing best, in my opinion she is the best knitter on the planet.

It’s her Art. At the age of fourteen I’ve completed my own summer top in two weeks or so. I love working with wool also, but I need to focus mostly on my drawing which is my hunger and thirst.

I loved one old Book filled with animals which belonged my mother, I’ve borrowed it to read and draw what inspired me to do so. And on the side, I drew my own cartoons developing it with pastel chalks it grew from there to portrait and nude drawings at fifteen looking from books.

At age thirteen I’ve got my first canvas and easel to work with as a gift. I experimented with it and my abstract journey begun than. Well, I can say that I created already all my life without question and without being taught by anyone else but myself.

I only started thinking that I am an artist as teenager because I started hearing the term, but I didn’t know about artists than except myself. Drawing became almost addictive, and I could never live without it, I needed to feed my soul by creating and I still do now. I made more and more my own ideas come to life since young adult hood and I feel like having so many ideas to do, that one lifetime won't be enough.

There is so much more to say about my ability to create and what I’ve gone through to achieve it, but that could be as long as a book.

Drawing developed into painting.

The painting hunger is never satisfied so I'll continue until I die.

Art Block

Art Block doesn't exist to me, I never had one. But if you experience one, I hope I can give you some tips to overcome it. I get most inspired by colours, shapes and Nature. But inspiration is everywhere, inside your head

and outside your head. How about flowers, animals and planets? Getting an idea yet?

What about fantasy and imagination? Don't lose your childhood imaginations, build on them they are useful parts of yours. As an adult it's great to still be a dreamer. Believe in yourself! Doodle more, use different materials, sleep well and eat healthy. Get fresh air, be in Nature. Make time for creating, if it is really important to you. Don't rush it, art takes time. Patience and Practice are important key factors. Switch off the internet and be by yourself to think and breath. Don't doubt yourself. No one can teach you art better, than your own self. Don't listen to people who let you down. If you using a reference don't copy the whole thing, draw what you see with your eyes, not what everyone else could see. Train yourself to draw from your imagination because it isn't unrealistic, but it is better. Just start, you don't have to know first what you going to create beforehand.

Don't compare yourself to other artists and just be yourself. Don't be afraid to be yourself, because you are special in your own way. It's better to stand out. Standing out means that you've got your own style.

Look from within you. Get inspired by your own dreams, experiences and likes. Go with your emotions to create something. Listen to music you love and get inspired to create something that’s you.

Don't give up on yourself, there are always new doors opening the way.

I hope this was helpful!