The day with Dorian Gray

Dorian Gray (Jason Farries) was preparing his tour to Italy on a summer 2017. I got interested in idea of two faces of Dorian Gray. Jason and me met and discussed abpout the make-up I liked to do for him. It was in my interests to try and create two different looks; the young Dorian and the aged and sinful Dorian. If you know the story of Dorian Gray, you remember how he sold his soul to Devil to gain eternal youth and purity. His portrait in his attic aged and showed his sins but he remained the same charming youthful boy. 

In one nice summer day in Banbury who made Dorian Gray alive. 

Photography, hair and Make-up Riitta Toro  

I was born and protected well
Never had to worry
Lived the life of a richman's song
Devoid of distress and sorrow
But all of this was wishful thinking
This life looked so well to me
The perfect picture of myself
Forever never growing old

Dorian Gray is one of my names
All of my stories are written down
I have learned to play the games
And sometimes I am the clown
Dorian Gray is one of my names
All my stories have been told
I have learned to play the games
And I'm never growing old

I had to lock my dreams away
The self-sadistic imagery
The more I ran, the more I lost my sense of dignity
Every day was worse than the last
But still my life went on
In the end God left me with no choice
I had to take the gun

Dorian Gray is one of my names
All of my stories are written down
I have learned to play the games
And sometimes I am the clown
Dorian Gray is one of my names
All my stories have been told
I have learned to play the games
And I'm never growing old

A life so fun of tragedies
A world full of disaster
I will never, never be free
The wheel is turning faste

The poem from Google page 'Lyricsmode'.  Copyrighted.

Life less ordinary

Life less ordinary

Happened once

Happened twice

Give me advice.

I took the road no return

I am so wise

wings went 

they burned

stomach churned

love was sweet

but 

give me that advice

do I do it twice

Yes, I do that million times

It is just too nice. 

Who takes the biggest bite?

Who takes the biggest bite and what is it worth?

Those who scream or those who work?

You know the best

There are million ways to forget the rest.

Life without instructions

I was born, so I had to live.

My only way is just to give.



Who is there to take the biggest bite?

Those who rest or those who fight?

It was

It was lightning in my head

That said

It is not important

Not anymore

From now on; that means from tomorrow

I am at peace


so, please,
let it be.

I felt this warm touch
friendly gase

He said I am in the right place.

I feel relieved, no more

from tomorrow

It's a different core...

Good night, I say, I am detouched

I can sleep again

and nothing much

would stand on my way, but on my side

That was promise

that was the truth

now on I am filled with light

which keep me safe and hold me tight....

He said

He said he is unhappy
because the way I talk
He said he is unhappy
because the way I walk
He said he is unhappy
because the way I think
He said he is unhappy
because the missing link


SO

I grew the wings

They were too short

I grew them longer

they were too long


One day I just woke up

and I knew it

I just had to let it go

The way we meet

Every evening I have been standing in the dark with my camera.

Every evening they come like a clock, in time.

They send two first to check the way, to see all is fine.

Half an hour later you can start waiting noisy party.

They fly in perfect formation, everybody has they place..

I know they route and timetable by now, so I can wait in the right place..

Just when the last sun ray falls and it's nearly black, I hear them.

They fly over my head, nearly touching, like every night... It is amazing, noisy and breathtakingly beautiful...

I am with them alone, every night the past two years...

It is something special......to me..

Doubt

This is a story about the doubt.

Keep it in your pocket, always,  be ready.

When somebody is placing the facts to you,
take it out.

Be steady.

When you have the wall to face

and there are no hiding place,

always doubt.

Facts are not the serious case.

There is always a way out.

Don't burry your head

Your problems don't go away.....

When you feel like the only place is bed

remember the safe hayven of imagination,

think yellow to pink

don't give a blink

and blue is always red....

The fairies can fly..and there is a sky.....


And the forest just for you and you know why?

to keep you alive and take you to walk...and moon is there to smile,

so soon you feel so high

that stars are simmering and the bed is empty and all the while....

you were sleeping....

Today angels walked away

Today angels walked away

it made me so sad

I couldn't breath

I couldn't sleep

Today they walked away

without warning it all happened too quickly


yesterday they were still wispering to my ear

laughing and playing


but today they walked away....






to my dear friend who past away so suddently

I wish

What you say is not real..

not in this space

I wish I could know you as you are

not what you are saying

This is not me either

I wish you could know me the way I am

not what I am saying..

It is like this..

I write these things to myself
You might read them, You might like them
I don't really care....

Some days not even a hair
from my head is unknown to you


This is the way it is;

I am so an artist, born like this,

That I gave a normal life a goodbye kiss....

I live from stagedy, I breath a misery

that is the way it is....I gave my life a goodbye kiss.....

I have

I have many friends

Some are professors

some are intellectuals

some are loosers

some are boosers

some are evil

some are kind

I honestly don't mind.

Many are artist

Many are thinkers

Many are walkers, many are sleepers.

There are blacks there are white.

I open my heart to all who don't bite.

well,  if they do, I love the fight.

and then there are my fans

and more....and what is the point in this all?

It is how dear you all are to me,

to be there and just to be..

you teach me, you  please me and sometimes make me so mad.

you advise...don't need that....you tell the stories, you say, you hear

you take away my fear.

so the life is not so bad.


Thank you for that.

My art is no art without

My Art is no art 
Without my mind's simplicity.


My Art does not want      
To subscribe to the view
That unhappiness
Commands the world.


When I paint or draw,
I keep my mind's thought-garden
Completely free of self-doubt-weeds.
  

My Art is the hide-and-seek      
Between my soul's illumining smiles    
And my heart's streaming tears.



The Artist in me has three  
Faithful, sleepless    
And self-giving friends:
A newness-eye, a oneness-heart
And a fulness-life.
  


The heart of my Art      
And the heart of a child
Are extremely fond of each other.
They love each other deeply;
They need each other constantly;
They are interdependent, sleeplessly.
  


My mind says that anything I do
Is too insignificant
Because I am wanting
In qualification.    
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.    
   

My heart says that anything I do
Is too significant
Because the God-Touch    
Is always there.
Needless to say,
This includes my Artwork.
 

The moment I start painting,  
I clearly see my soul-meditation
Is blessingfully clasping
My heart-aspiration-flames.
 


First things first: 
The Artist in me,
Before embarking on his Artwork,
Invariably catches
His heart's aspiration-express.
 


True, in my Art I want to see
The face of earth's beauty.
But I want to see
The heart of Heaven's Divinity    
More, infinitely more.

By: Sri Chinmoy

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There was

There was a lady
that wanted to care....

She tried and she tried, she gave all what she got,

for what?

Completely bare.

For those, it was just you and you and you..

nothing more....
nothing less.

She wanted it too....

But how could she...there was nothing....and soul was raw....

Sunset in France

We are under the same sun,
sun so beautiful

I wonder, why can't we get on

why can't we laugh together,

cry together.

We all do our little things, importand things, big things,

We all have our small thoughts, little thoughts, silly thoughts,

so why can't we do it together.......

Sometimes when I need some love

is nice to know that you are there

in my mind, deep inside my soul

                  everywhere..

How much life....

How much life you can take.....


before you're are gone and totally break.....



It's like swimming but never breathing


Diving down and holding breath

feeling warmth of sudden death....