i m a painter and trying to be photographer|
i m proud to be syrian
i like the strange things and strangers
i love colors
SaxAnd suddenly the music stopped, save for one lonely sax; wailing through the darkness like a lost child, drifting in and out of the smoke. Drone. Whisper. Reeling drunkenly, bouncing off shadows. Just when everyone was entranced, beginning to dream, it happened. The sax broke out into an orgasmic series of notes, rough and real, cutting through the room like a mad blizzard of sound and motion. Fever. Frenzy. Fury. Then the rest of the band stepped back in and the spell was broken. The sax man receded and lit a cigarette.Sax by Bark
musical visual meditationsitting by the computer
I immerse myself in universal yet human sounds
sounds of trumpet horns, thumping drums
the guitars rich stringing, and the synthesizers/samplers
alien sounds and voices. the euphoric melody surrounds my body and soul,
enveloping me. I feel stronger than ever. I have the power to feel sound
with my whole body, every inch, the ability to visualize elements with my hands,
to make my hands on fire without pain, and to flow with the music's energy.
My perception of sound is unique. I move onto the next song.
To Your HealthTilt to the left as you walk the long halls; don’t fall
Palm on wall for balance, you can do this
I believe in you?
I know, I know the world is spinning under your eyelids
But look! You’re already halfway there
I believe in you.
Don’t look back at your muddied, bloodied footprints behind
Look forward; see, a light!
Do you believe in you?
Tear down the gates to the City of Light, strong now
You will not fall, you will not fail
You’re a god now.