Saturday, 8 October 2011

My Tahrir Diaries



My Tahrir Diaries

by paintmyblues



 
     Day 1 Tahrir, January 25


A selection of drawings, drafts from my sketchbooks. 
January 2011 until today. 
The date shows also the Days of Tahrir since Januar 25.
My works are influenced and inspired by the People of Egypt
and by Midan At-Tahrir, Cairo.


            For Sara, Noha, Aziza, Mariam, Mozn, Mona, Zeinobia and Jess
             

  
     Day 21 Tahrir, February 14   

   
     Day 54 Tahrir, Election day, Saturday, March 19


 
    Day 59 Tahrir, March 24, Garden of Hope


    Day 61 Tahrir, March 26                                                  Day 63 Tahrir, March 28, morning

   
    Day 63 Tahrir, March 28, afternoon in the hills                  Day 64 Tahrir, March 29
     

    Day 86 Tahrir, April 20, Garden of Hope                                      Day 87 Tahrir, April 21
   
 
    Day 87 Tahrir, April 21                   

                   
    Day 87 Tahrir, April 21

 
    Day 94 Tahrir, April 28                                                       Day 105 Tahrir, May 9
   
   Day 113 Tahrir, May17                                                         Day 134 Tahrir, June 7
   

  
    Day 174 Tahrir, July 17
    
 
    Day 174 Tahrir, July 17                                                 Day 192 Tahrir, August 4
    

    Day 204 Tahrir, August 16




All Paintings by Pit Becker paintmyblues
Copyright © by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork, 2011





 


Saturday, 3 September 2011

My Poems Nightblue








My Poems Nightblue 


MonotypePaintings on paper, August and September 2011
by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork







She loves to sit at the coast
                         in the middle of the night. . . 

. . . watching the Sea . . .



 She loves the sounds of the night, when dancing waves sing their blues




Seabirds fall in love with nine chords in B-Minor


   
An ancient wooden boat comes passing by, groaning under the moon, 

             searching for men




                                                             some screaming seagulls







 

             and there were signs, written in the sky

                                                                       sent with the wind from a far away friend 



and she hears the Sea cries . . .
the Sea cries for the fallen . . . at distant shores there is a revolution . . .




.














 



. . . She loves this endless nightblue sky . . .

                                                   and when the moon turns green . . .














Painting and text by Pit Becker paintmyblues.

© by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork, All rights reserved.








Sunday, 26 June 2011

"Why don't we think a little more, eh?"


una mujer chilena habla -
a Chilean woman speaks


Source: http://t.co/DmKTkjQ via YouTube via 99thminer.
The words are cited from the english subtitles in the video.



Valparaíso, Chile, 21 mayo 2011

"Why are you always with the governments? Why are you always with the strong?
Is it that you were born rich? Is it that you were born powerful?

 
If you are here, it's because you were born as poor as we are.
And you are there to earn a meal. Meal that we all pay for! 
 
Why don't you think a little?
 
We are poor. People are angry. They are outraged!
 
And you are sent here to crack down and to provoke so the stones come out.
And it shows to the world. And you feel happy... in the defense of the traitor governments!
Since all these governments we have had... are traitor governments, gentlemen.
They have betrayed us. They promise us and then they deceive us and laugh.
And they live like princes, all these rulers.
They live like kings, while we are suffocated with debts and problems.
 
And you, you defend the powerful. My God! How sad! My God! How sad!

I have reached old age and I'll die with this sadness inside me.
This sadness of seeing how they put Chilean against Chilean... poor against poor.

My God! My God! Why don't you react? Why don't you think a little?

You are being used in the same way they are using us.

Here a banner puts: "stop violence"
Pacific, quiet people wanting to manifest themselves and say: We're angry;
we're not accordant with what they are doing.
The powerful are doing whatever they want! They take from us, they abuse us and they steal from us.

Can we stay happy? We have to go out. And we want to go out by peaceful means but you...
you are sent here to provoke us. 

Do you feel angry? What should we do? My God! My God!

Why aren't we a little more humane? Why don't we think a little more, eh?
 
Political parties don't matter here, political parties don't matter here.
Colors and flags don't matter. What matters is that we are non conforming.
 
I can say: "I don't need a meal... I don't need a bed nor need I a roof". But I was born in a garage.
I grew up and I was educated among stumbles.
And I don't want anything else than a meal, a roof and a clean bed
And I want to die in peace. But I feel angry, like many other...
... who were born in poverty and will die in poverty and in repression.
And that's not fair, gentlemmen. That's not fair.
 
And you, you too, most of you were born as poor as I were...
and now, thanks to those uniforms that are paid by all of us...
Because those uniforms and that, and this, all this gentlemen... comes out from our taxes.
Because we the poor work. Because we live like the poor... in shacks, in garages like I did for ten years...
to pay for this, and this, to pay for the tear gas... to pay for the police cars. 
My God!"


¡Muchas gracias!,
mujer desconocida en Valparaíso, para - actuar - y para tus palabras!

Thank you so much,
unknown woman in Valparaiso, for - take action - and for your words!

¡Muchas gracias! thank you unknown 99thminer for publish this video inclusive subtitles at YouTube! 
http://t.co/DmKTkjQ via YouTube "Mujer de Chile..."


Thursday, 23 June 2011

Mi hija - My daughter

Dedicado a las madres y las hijas de Ciudad Juárez, que perdió a sus seres queridos -
Dedicated to the Mothers and Daughters of Ciudad Juárez who lost their dearest.

para - for
Cristina, Barbara. Consuela, Rosaria, María, Irene, Josefina, Marisela, Lilia, Miriam, Edith, Guadalupe, Alejandra, Ana, Gloria, Alma, Irma, Conchita, Érika, Silvia, Claudia, Dinora, Isabel, Daniela, Adriana, Veronica, Griselda, Julieta, Samanta, Hilda, Liliana, Marisol, Elena, Catalina, Marta . . .

paintmyblues, Lunes, 25 de octubre 2010



Mi hija

Oigo su risa
Huelo su fragancia
Los oigo hablar
Los veo sonriendo
Oigo cantar
Los veo bailar
Siento tu abrazo

Tenía los ojos hermosos
Ella prefería las rosas
Ella respeten la naturaleza
Ella quería ser médico
Ella cantaban todos los días
Ella hicieron bien en la escuela
Ella bailó siempre, ella le encantaba bailar

Buenos días, mamá!
Hola mamá!
Buenas noches, mamá!

Mamá, necesito zapatos!
Mamá, este es un bonito vestido!
Mamá, voy a jugar con Rosaria.
Mamá, lo cerca que la Luna es hoy!
Mamá, eres tan hermoso!
Mamá, mira, he pintado hoy en la escuela.
Mamá, Tengo que ir a trabajar! Hasta luego!
Mamá, estoy mucho en mi cumpleaños!
Mamá, vamos, soy ayudaré!
Mamá, ¡felicitaciones!
Mamá, ¡Te quiero!

Oigo tu risa
Huelo tu fragancia
Oigo tu voz
Te veo sonreír
Te oigo cantar
Te veo bailar
Siento tu abrazo

Mi hija,
cuando cierro mis ojos, te veo
y
Te veo con los ojos abiertos
todos los días
siempre

Mi hija,
siempre estás en mi corazón

Mi hija
Te quiero





My daughter

I hear her laughter
I smell her scent
I hear her speak
I see her smile
I hear her sing
I see her dancing
I feel her embrace

She had beautiful eyes
She loved roses
She respected the nature
She wanted to be a doctor
She sang every day
She did well in school
She danced always, she loved to dance

Good morning, Mom!
Hi Mom!
Good night, Mama!

Mama, I need shoes!
Mom, this is a pretty dress!
Mama, I will play with Rosaria.
Mama, how close the moon is today!
Mom, you're so beautiful!
Mama, look, what I have painted today at school.
Mama, I have to go to work! See you later!
Mama, I'm looking forward to my birthday so much!
Mama, come on, I'll give you a hand!
Mama, congratulations!
Mama, I love you!

I hear your laughter
I smell your scent
I hear your voice
I see you smile
I hear you sing
I see you dancing
I feel your embrace

My daughter,
when I close my eyes, I see you
and
I see you with open eyes
every day
always

My daughter,
You are always in my heart

My daughter
I love you



Meine Tochter

ich höre ihr Lachen
ich rieche ihren Duft
ich höre sie sprechen
ich sehe sie lächeln
ich höre sie singen
ich sehe sie tanzen
ich fühle ihre Umarmung

sie hatte wunderschönen Augen
sie liebte Rosen
sie achtete die Natur
sie wollte einmal Ärztin werden
sie sang jeden Tag
sie lernte gut in der Schule
sie tanzte immer, sie liebte es zu tanzen

Guten Morgen, Mama!
Hallo Mama!
Gute Nacht, Mama!

Mama, ich brauche Schuhe!
Mama, das ist ein hübsches Kleid!
Mama, ich werde mit Rosaria spielen.
Mama, wie nah der Mond heute ist!
Mama, du bist so schön!
Mama, schau, das habe ich heute in der Schule gemalt.
Mama, ich muß zur Arbeit gehen! bis später!
Mama, ich freue mich so sehr auf meinen Geburtstag!
Mama, komm, ich helfe dir!
Mama, herzlichen Glückwunsch!
Mama, ich habe dich lieb!

Ich höre dein Lachen
Ich rieche deinen Duft
Ich höre deine Stimme
Ich sehe dich lächeln
Ich höre dich singen
Ich sehe dich tanzen
Ich fühle deine Umarmung

Meine Tochter,
wenn ich meine Augen schließe, dann sehe ich dich
und
ich sehe dich mit offenen Augen
jeden Tag
immer

meine Tochter,
du bist immer in meinem Herzen

meine Tochter
ich liebe dich




Lyric and Painting by Pit Becker paintmyblues



 

Copyright © by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork



Sunday, 10 April 2011

Profundo Sur





Profundo sur - tu sonrisa ...

Collage, 9-10 de abril 2011
dedicada a C.

Painting by Pit Becker paintmyblues

Copyright © by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork, 2011

Monday, 4 April 2011

Someday we will meet among the olive trees





Someday
we will meet among the olive trees
in a free Palestine . . . 


Longing



  

Spring  








There is space enough





There is hope





The same source 




someday . . .
                        









the day will come . . .                                               
                           
we will meet among the olive trees

in a free Palestine . . .                              






Shukran to Amal and Elizabeth for inspiration!




Paintings and Photos by Pit Becker paintmyblues
Copyright © by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork, 2010, 11 August 2013
All Rights reserved.