How am i supposed to define myself? I m a voyager in the eternity with very big and curious eyes. Art is the way of taking breath for me that s why i started with poetry and i learnt how to compose the words as notes of my emotional existence. I won a few international poetry awards and my poems were published in USA and England by Noble
House in 2007.
My second art interest is sculpture and i ve got very strange portfolio that most of them were made by metal,paper,plastic and other recyle stuff. My dream is having a massive home studio to make giant metal sculptures come true.
Finally, the last one is photography. i was looking for my true north in the deepest part of my soul and i figured out that there s a compass needle in my heart with a massive pain. I just listened what my heart is saying and i ve been taking photos since i started to see day dreams. The world is so ready to reveal all its beauty as well as we can open our eyes in the middle of the eternal dream.
By the way according to real world, i m an economist(bachelor degree), chef, coffee barista and dreamer:)
ps…this is my e-mail,if you have got anything to say to me, please do not hesitate:)
matt.ucar@yahoo.com
matt ucar is a member of Abstract Realism, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Creative Inspirations - [2pw], Everyday Life, Light and Reflection 1/24 and War .
ENTREATY TO DEATH / / I’ve come face to face with the spirit of darkness / hidden inside goodness without judging fire, light, darkness or shadows, / and hidden inside every goodness; / now st…
and you, meaning, / how distant you are to my eyes tonight / in drunken climates I lost a desert sylph / flying to a one-night liaison, departing from the centre of my eyes / a knife as sharp as exile…
Are you a shepherd? / send your flocks to drink stars at the source of tears / and the great wolf’s twin, your loneliness / like the dark craters filtered from the full moon’s cheek……
betraying the night for the stars, / won’t the day or pale sunbeams return? / come o Love, to the temple / stolen by the lips where I sheltered / take from the sun its inheritance / and bring it…
O fortune / Like your ephemeral beauty / Dress in sparkling robes of destiny / The radiance on these poor lips of mine / Is the caress of my beloved’s fingers only / The trace of your lips brush…