Hope and passion

Once more the ALL BLUE. When the great beyond, the headline, the smell of finish is headed for you, you feel it coming .It is like some kind of sixth sense .So maybe you should start before it comes to ask yourself what’s the one thing you’ve always dreamed of doing before you die?

It’s an event, big or small, something that changes us. Something that keeps going on and show us new ways, ideas and… Ideally it gives us hope. A new way of living and looking at the world, the friends, ourselves. Letting go of old habits, old memories. What’s important is that we never stop believing that we can have a new beginning. Some people really do, but the most just believe that is possible! Van Gogh did it and in the end he shoot himself, but if hasn’t start over a new beginning, he would have shoot himself much earlier and nobody would notice it! But it’s also important to remember that amid all the crap are a few things really worth holding on to.

As artist there are so many things we have to know. We have to know what it takes. We have to know how to take care of different techniques. And how to take care of each other. Eventually we even have to figure out how to take care of ourselves .As artist we have to be in the know. But as human beings, sometimes its better to stay in the dark. Because in the dark there’s maybe fear…

… but there’s also hope.

Right know

This post I devote to the great people in Hollywood, Bollywood, Disney, Warner’s, other Film makers, Photo Artist, Mr. Spielberg and even to Sarajevo Film Festival…the Performance Artist and all Artists around the world and in the whole universe, because if there is life out there, than they will probably do art also!

And I devote this post also to my little, cute girlfriend, than today s here birthday! Happy birthday sweetie – love You…

At the moment I am doing / working on 4 sculptures / masks here in Avignon and hope to finish 2 in few days! The next project will be than a video I already planed long time ago, but hadn’t the time to make it and this is actually funny – but we mostly spend so many days without knowing what we do, but still not doing some stuff we actually wanted always to do! – sound familiar???

This works on this post I did long, long, long time ago and what really funny is I can not even remember why I did this – because they are such full of negative energy – like out world today with one sentence of hope and today, so many years after I can say because I know and because I have survive that whatever happens – once it will passed by / end!

Art stay, artist die, artist live forever if his art reach the free mind of humanity, but the only real immortality and ecstasy an artist will only have if he makes his art independent of what the people say and because he want it like this, still ART IS A SERIOUS WORK, like Brancusi said: Work like a slave, think like a god and live like human – and this is the statement – the receipt of being artist with one little plus – BE YOUR WORK, LOVE IT AND BE IT, than maybe, and only than someone will listen to you!

Dzenan Sehic - 24.februar 2007. godine - 15:46h

East, South, West and North

Inspirited by the comments from my last post I have decide to devote this post to my nakama that comment on my blog (andrej, Milvus, Ace alias Elizzzzzabeth, Martino, jamie, magdalene-sophie, andy, Tomo san, ismir and the anonymous man with the iron mask )...

The last statement was "ABANDON ALL ART NOW", but still if I could I would never do it!! Why? Let me tell you the story of the four sculptures U see on left; the "four" Musketeers, the first mixed media adventures I fight trough on my way to the journey to ALL BLUE!

"Hurru, don t be sooo pathetic...,"were his last words and than he just disappeared. I was standing there with my gavel in the right hand and in the left my chisel. Beside me thousand of violins were playing, a storm was coming and I was left alone, right behind the row material; a sunny white marble, a granite as black as pitch, some sand- or freestones in yellow and red nuances and a lot of mature wood also known as timber or lumber from the finest walnut trees in Bosnia.

One human with tools of iron made by humans, but with the will much stronger than iron made by god was standing there with shine in the eyes and nothing less than a decision. The clouds over him turned over, colored dark and start to push one over the other making such frightening sounds of thunder, a wind was coming up, creating a sensation with the dust from the ground, the rain collected his summer power to raiding the earth every moment, the angels flown higher to escape the mother natures tempers, a shadow covered the little human standing out there and than he turned.

One sunshine found his way throw the clouds for a second and shine on the boys face and the only act visible at this moment was his smiling, his arrogant but fascinating smiling. It seems to be arrogant but there was nothing arrogant or egocentric in it. It was just a smiling like every smiling when a person decide some big decisions in his life, like a 6 year old girl that decides not to be more afraid and to take the frog in her hand or the 13 year old boy that kiss the girl in front of him!

It was a Sunday morning, middle summer like 2 years ago! The angels flown away and my ego talk to me the last time since then..."Hurru, don t be sooo pathetic!"
And than I just stop to think, what will happen - I decide for me to become the Artist King, to ride the snake, the big wave, to make the waves if you like, a tsunami like, to be the nature, because also human are a part of nature, to transform the form, to find the transcendental bridge where a man become a stone, where the sword don t cut to proof his ability, where the light exist because the dark exist, where everything is possible, where the people have dreams, because the people are dreams and living without one must be the hell on earth, like living without a life!
It was the summer when I agree to come to Avignon, where I met a lot of very good Nakama, it was the day written by God himself, the day known in past as the faithfully day - IT WAS THE DAY I MADE THE FOUR SCULPTURES UP THERE, and why?
Because I stopped to be pathetic and just did it!

And now someone say me that he could kill the art. Sorry, but I won t die and ART NEITHER!

The Artist King and his Nakama

As known we all have dreams that we lose on our way to the "ALL BLUE" (Heaven, Paradise, The End or however you choose to call the end of the life we use to live right now).

On the way to there we find some Nakama (Japanese word for someone who follow you, a friend or a companion). Even if we where fighting all the time they can still be our friends and people who will tell the story of us once we have rich the "ALL BLUE" and leave the grand line behind us.

And it is funny but sometimes we have to fight to understand that we actually go in the same direction and this is not because it s the only way we can go - it s because we have choose to go that way. And at this point we have made our decision and it s not important when we will reach the ALL BLUE as long as we are trying and not forgetting our dreams and our Nakama.

One day I will become an immortal fighter for art, searching for the truth and the one ideal form to explain the most livable emotion that we have once long time ago split into so many emotions like love, pain, freedom, anger, friendship... agony and ecstasy and it doesn’t matter if I will find this form on my way, because the searching for it will enqueued me beside Michelangelo, Leonardo, Picasso and van Gogh as long as I don t stop trying to find it!

The artist has to move, he will always let some tracks behind him, some Nakama will follow, some will left, some will turn to enemies of him and his art, he will meat interesting people and some will become new Nakamas of him, maybe join him on his journey to the ALL BLUE and the Valhalla of Artist where the other Titans are waiting for him or they will stay and go ahead their way to their ALL BLUE .

And once you are on your way to your dream don t forget your Nakamas, because without them you will probably reach your finish line alone and than celebrate completely alone and finally die, but the real death is when you get forgotten and without any Nakamas telling your story and remembering you and your work why you have go your way? And there is one more thing, if you ever try to become the Artist King or the King of whatever your dream is about don t forget that your Nakamas has their own dreams, too, probably going the same way with their own reasons...

So if I can tell you that little story about the life and beeing an Artist on my own way to my own Valhalla I am happy and corious if I will meet some interesting people with the same dream as I have – The Artist King in ALL BLUE, beside Fidie, Donatello, Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael, Ingres, van Gogh, Gogen, Picasso, Pollock and the other Artist Kings that has rules the world before me..

The wizard has returned to Avi

ARTIST vs. ART (You buy a piece of me and I buy a piece of paradise)

" to Dzenan; I do not agree with you when you say that works of art are parts of the artist.Well, the thing is i think that A work of Art is alive for it self and once finished, done, the artist has to rethdraw from it, if not, he becomes obsesed with the image of his work, and there megalomania is being borned.." - said Milenko (a performance artist).

Yes a sentance like that one because i am lucide of the dagerous sides of the performance you do not own you work Art is not about the Artists, it is about beauty and philosophy triping.We do all of those shit beacuse we are obsesed with ourselves till that point that we become inlove with our personalities. Look at Andy Goldsworthy - the best example of deatechment from his work..See the whole conversation by clicking here

I have never made performance art! But anything else I guess and once I know - during my work if I do not involve a piece of me or mostlyall of me the result is crap and it looks like the art from just like the millions of other wannebes in this big battlefield of art. The good point is that however and howoften I invest some piece of me into my work I recieve much more back from it self. I agree that once the work is finish it is alive for it self, but still there is a piece of me inside and I am proud of it and than one finished when I look at it I know I have gave my best and that is the only important thing. It doesn t matter what you do - it s about giving yourself away and doing it the best way you can without any compromises. And that is what Art is about, to close the circle of life, to tell stories and to makes the world a more beautyful place to live. And it s about hard work and love, about deep emotions and clearly mind it s about you and me and all of us until we reach once the ultimate "ALL BLUE" or the "ONE PIECE" that we are searching for since ever and allways.