Category Archives: Alisar’s art
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My art and poetry before the Syrian Revolutionm
My art and poetry before the Syrian Revolutionm.
لن تكون سوريا مملكة الموت
انا أحد ممثلي الجانب الادبي والفني في ثقافيات الثورة، هذا الجانب الذي يستقي عنفوانه من الابداع والخلق والجماليات الاخلاقية والعاطفية ويتعمق في معجم وترجمان الجانب الشعوري للانسانية. ولهذا سأناشد وأتكلم بصوت الحياة والبقاء فالموت، موت كل شيء حيٍ، صار أشبه … Continue reading
Lest we forget and lest the world forgets: Peaceful protest and demonstrations
Watching on TV the Egyptians demonstrate peacefully in their hundred of thousands in order to take up their Revolution once more, I go back in my mind to the beginnings of the Syrian Revolution. The world, especially the world media … Continue reading
My Art of Ruins: an issue of copyright and intellectual and artistic honesty
On the 6th of August I posted my Video Cities of Smoke to You Tube :http://youtu.be/23WlnF3S4Ko. In this video, I used techniques I have used and developed before in my digital art, and because the video was meant to arouse … Continue reading
In memoriam: the massacre of Bayda and the slaying of children
They are there under the trees crying They are there not up the trees laughing Among the apples and the olives because They are there piercing the dominion of death sobbing, Death itself cradling the newborn and the infants … Continue reading
Compassion invoked
Poem from: https://alisariram.wordpress.com/2013/05/21/descent-into-the-hell-of-syria-an-imaginative-journey-into-hell-with-invocations-from-world-literatere/ Compassion Compassion, rise and let your mercy like no mercy Your unimaginable tenderness In the folds of infinite gentleness Enfold this scene of ruin This Limbo of no return. Let love shine Like the sun like the moon … Continue reading
Taboo…Tabooed حرام….محرم
Cain killing Abel The blood of Abel is tabooed Taboo..Tabooed…. حرام….محرم قابيل يقتل هابيل….دم هابيل حرام In memory of Bayda in Banyas ©Alisar Iram
A Welsh sea and a Syrian apricot tree
I have a friend in Syria who has to hide and live the life of the fugitive, a fugitive of the mind, a fugitive of freedom. My soul yearned to liberate my friend so I made this image. The sea … Continue reading
If you are a maker
All that destroys life and innocence is my enemy. All that unmakes, all that reduces into nothingness or annihilates and obliterates, is my foe and my slayer. All that negates existence or smothers the life forces of man and … Continue reading