Friday, 19 August 2016

At the abandoned refugee camp


Thursday, 18 August 2016


Since weeks there was a feeling inside me to go to the abandoned camp
a feeling as if my name was called, to come

and stay there for to work . . .


Today I did it.






There was emptiness and silence . . .


No people were walking around,
 

 

no mothers sitting with their children at the stones,


no children on bike 
no children laughing, shouting, smiling, playing, singing,
jumping around everywhere . . .


no voices talking about maladministration in the camp
as e.g. no proper and no fresh ventilation in the family tent




no students on their way to our lessons ... 

 



At the rocks I started to work . . .
 

 




When I closed my eyes for a while . . .

then

I see the people enter our tent for the lessons

I hear their voices . . . 

I see Rohjda and Rosim grateful smile while we paint and learn the first german words in the children's tent
I see Ibrahim and Ahmed paint on a hot sunny saturday afternoon
I see Adnan on bike smiling

I see the couple with their new born baby
I hear Warda asking me for a big bag
I hear voices talking exciting about the situation in Aleppo and Afrin
I see mothers and fathers with their children sitting on the rocks under the trees
I see children without their father
I am deeply touched by Ali's joy when learning to read the alphabet and the first words

I hear my new friend from Kurdistan wishing me "Guten Morgen, Peter!"
I hear with great joy Hamida und Lina speak their first german words 
. . .

I see the happy face of a young mother when she got shoes and a jacket
and all of a sudden I got a kiss on my cheek from her little daughter
in deep gratitude . . . 


I see my students Nijeb, Juana, Hamida, Lina, Ali, Maher, Midia, Khalida, Ali, Perwin, Azad . . .  
I hear the sound of their voices, I hear their laughter when we share some fun . . . 

I see their smiling faces, I see their sadness 

You are in safety here


we learn together,
we share time, we share opinions, ideas, longings, dreams . . .

we learn from each other . . .   
. . .


I am so grateful for every minute, for every moment
and for everything we shared together!


  

A soft rain started to fall
while my small works found a place at the fence of the abandoned camp.


Joy and sadness are so close together . . .








I enjoyed the soft rain falling



I enjoyed the soft rain falling touching my works
and touching my heart . . .



This work is dedicated to the People of the former refugee camp,
to my students, to my families, to all the children and to my friends.

Love to you all,
Peter بيتر

aka Pit Becker paintmyblues




Paintings:
1 Aleppo, march/18 august 2016, acrylic paint and coloured pencil on paper
2 Arabic Signs,
january/april/18 august 2016, acrylic paint on paper
3 This is my song, february 2016, acrylic paint, graphite on paper
4 Amal, february 2016, acrylic paint on paper
5 Love, december 2015, acrylic paint on paper
6 Afrin, 21 january 2016, acrylic paint on paper
7 Haleb, february 2016, acrylic paint and coloured pencil on paper
8 Structure, march 2016, acrylic paint and pastel crayon on paper
9 Burning hearts, 25 march 2016, acrylic paint on paper
10 She is safe now!, march/april 2016, acrylic paint on paper
11 In the background, 21 january 2016, acrylic paint on paper
12 Learning Arabic Signs, 21 january 2016, acrylic paint and coloured pencil on paper
13 Peace? When?, february/18 august 2016, acrylic paint, felt pen on paper
14 Together, february 2016, acrylic paint on paper
15 Listening, march 2016, acrylic paint on paper
16 Exercising to learn reading, 18 august 2016, acrylic paint, felt pen on paper
17 Patience, april 2016, acrylic paint on paper
18 Spring will come, december 2015, acrylic paint on paper
19 Summer, 18 august 2016, acrylic paint on paper

All works have the size 29,7 x 42 cms.




Copyright:
Copyright lyric, photographs and painting
© by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork.
All Rights Reserved.

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

My burning heart

       بالنسبة لأولئك الذين
                    أحب               

For those who I love

         Für diejenigen die ich liebe



My burning heart

What do you see?
I see our dearest ones . . . 

What do you feel?
I feel the touching of their feet on the scorched earth . . .

What do you hear?
I hear the cries of our olive trees . . .

The tears of the moon
fall like rain
and burn into my skin.

My scream nobody hears
and
no one sees my burning heart.


No one sees my burning heart.




لا أحد يرى بلدي حرق القلب






Mein brennendes Herz

Was siehst Du?
Ich sehe unsere Liebsten . . .

Was fühlst Du?
Ich fühle ihrer Füße Berührung auf der verbrannten Erde . . . 

Was hörst Du?
Ich höre die Schreie unserer Olivenbäume . . . 

Die Tränen des Mondes
fallen wie Regen
und brennen sich in meine Haut.

Meinen Schrei hört niemand
und
niemand sieht mein brennendes Herz.

Niemand sieht mein brennendes Herz.

 


 لا أحد يرى بلدي حرق القلب


Pit Becker paintmyblues
aka Peter بيتر

August 17, 2016




Where are you from?
http://paintmyblues.blogspot.de/2016/02/where-are-you-from.html




 

Paintings:
Where are you from? 28 January 2016, Collage, 29,3 x 41,7 cms
Green sun, june 2016, MonotypePainting on canvas, 70x75 cms
Against the war, SAVE ALEPPO. 30 april / 1 may 2016, acrylic on canvas, 95x110 cms


Copyright:
Copyright lyric and painting
© by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork.
All Rights Reserved.