Barbara sala publishing: darkness

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Light

Light

In the mountains at night,

No light shines bright,

For darkness is the absence of light.

Suddenly, the door of the house opens wide,

A stream of light floods into the night,

Father stretches his arm out wide and says:

“Come back, my child, step into the light,

Let darkness slip out of your mind,

The stairs are here, the ladder is there,

Temples, pyramids and cathedrals,

All show the road towards the light.

It is a light of the heart,

If allowed it penetrates the dark,

It is called love, kindness and giving,

It streams from the eyes of humans, nature and beasts,

It stays alive through waves of terror and human plight,

It feels good and makes you dream,

It sparkles in blue, pink, yellow and green

It is a light that darkness cannot diminish.

But both darkness and light,

Are needed to deepen the experience of life.

"Bombs hiss and whistle"

Part 2, Chapter 4 of Insectual,

War (page 128)

Bombs are flying through the air not yet exploded. But previous bombs had already created great damage. The family of six is assembled in front of a cave, although my intention was to put them into the cave. The detonations of the bombs, the fear of the planes, the displacement of people and the fear to be hurt, and to die, takes place and remains traced in our memory, even when all this happens when we are very small children. In the picture, Maya distances herself from her family and runs away with a doll and teddy bear in her arm.

I am a child of war and I thought that war had not touched me, but as the book explains it had. I did ran away, damaged, my imagination buried - the doll and the teddy bear - but finally retrievable through psycho therapy (in my case).

In the beginning of my painting career my colours were very dark. I wanted to paint hate and anger and fear. Then during many years of therapy I erased the darkness in me, I gave myself finally permission to use bright colours .