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The Malaysian Prime Minister, Anwar Ibrahim (in the bigger hat) being shown around the sights of Bukhara on a state visit to Uzbekistan. His entourage mingled with the foreign tourists surprisingly. One of the more elderly members of our group even had a brief conversation with him.
A TOMSTONE
to my grandfather
Its not death, no, that stabs my heart
But your willingnes to face whatever happens.
I didn't know you reignet so hight above dust and bitterness
Chiril Anwar Oct. 1942
Chairil Anwar, an Indonesian poet who I consider as my art teacher in expressing my sense of a media art. I like his writing style that seems wild. He is Indonesian he is called a bitch in his work.
I made a black and white drawing with a pencil on A3 paper
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Chairil Anwar (26 July 1922 – 28 April 1949) was an Indonesian poet and member of the "1945 Generation" of writers. He is estimated to have written 96 works, including 70 individual poems.
Anwar was born and raised in Medan, North Sumatra, before moving to Batavia with his mother in 1940, where he began to enter the local literary circles. After publishing his first poem in 1942, Anwar continued to write. However, his poems were at times censored by the Japanese, then occupying Indonesia. Living rebelliously, Anwar wrote extensively, often about death. He died in Jakarta of an unknown illness.
His work dealt with various themes, including death, individualism, and existentialism, and were often multi-interpretable. Drawing influence from foreign poets, Anwar used everyday language and new syntax to write his poetry, which has been noted as aiding the development of the Indonesian language. His poems were often constructed irregularly, but with individual patterns.
This is my latest illustration as part of a weekly collab with top notch creative Muiz Anwar. The theme of this illustration is "Russian Dolls" to see Muiz's interpretation click here..
Gold & Red Sunset After Grey & Blue Thunder Storms Over Tampa Bay Florida - IMRAN™
July is a time of constant change in Florida weather. In Tampa Bay, Florida, especially this summer, I have enjoyed the way 94F days have turned int0 74F evenings and nights. The way blue skies turn into dramatic surreal menacing dark cloud filled skies, filled with thunder and lightning, short and heavy downpours, one would think that would be end of the variability for a given day. No, beyond that bipolar colors behavior, the skies over Tampa Bay turned into a gold and red glowing painting after a second massive thunderstorm. Check out the video livestreams of those on my other sites as well. This photo was framed in Photoshop, to add the title so apt for the weather. But not one bit of color editing or filtering was done to the straight out of camera original image.
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It is hard to get great photos out of most Southwest Airlines airplane windows these days which tend to either show scratches or mottled appearances due to age and often even from lack of cleaning. But with a iPhone X held against the glass capturing a Delta plane taxiing past the clouds turning golden from a falling winter sun at Tampa International Airport and enough tweaking even a non-painter of zero talent like me can capture an almost painting like image.
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The other day I was looking at this image and few others on another monitor
and they looked all wrong! They were either way too dark or washed out or something.
It's stated in my profile--but all of my pics are adjusted for my monitor at home.
Still, I am hoping these don't look as horrible on everyones' monitors
as it did on the one I was using yesterday.
A LONELY CHILD ON BULLOCK-CART WHEELS PONDERS OVER HER RIVERINE CHILDHOOD WHILE AN ADULT TRAVELLER RACES TOWARDS
A RIVER-FERRY.THE COVER OF MY
2004 BOOK "A BALLAD OF BANGLADESH".
A craftsman painting an idol of Hindu goddess Durga as preparation of the festivities next week.
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