Atelier Kevo
is open!
Finally, after a long break and a Portugal vacation in February! March arrived and it was full of planning. Honestly I would like to thank my family (& my cat) also friends who made the opening of Atelier Kevo wonderful.
The event was about to start at 16:00. We already had early visitors who wanted to join the comic and drawing. After some Sketches and music, the artists took the stage to tell their stories and hang some of their artwork in frames, forming a nice neighborhood exhibition on the walls.
The evening continued. I took on stage and read two poems. One was Gibran Khalil Gibran, and the second was A Life in 5 chapters by Portia Nelson. Then some Ukulele songs and few more drinks.
I am happy to the ones who joined and also many who did not but wrote me.
scroll down to view some of the pictures of the opening event.
<–this was a picture from Coline Eberhard.
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
I.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
II.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I still don’t see it. I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
It isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there, I still fall in.
It’s habit. It’s my fault. I know where I am.
I get out immediately.
IV.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V.
I walk down a different street.
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