" Writing Burma."
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Dear readers,it had been more than thirty years since I left Burma and settled in U.K. and in that period of time,I have been back only three times to Burma.But this year due to some circumstances I've been back to Burma twice and I like it.I throughly enjoyed the weather, my childhood friends and relatives.Since I have no immediate family left there my parents had passed away and my only brother died quite recently.During my stay in Burma I realised that I know nothing about my own country.There is a big gap of thirty years between me and the country I was born.I have a lot to catch up.
Whatever the press says about Burma I still found it a place so full of mystical beauty.I want to write about it but apart from what I learned from books and newspapers,I have no actual knowledge of my own country and as a writer it is criminal to write about something that you don't really understand.It will be hypocrisy on my part if I do that.
So I have decided to go back there sometime early next year and hire a ten-seater van and travel up and down the country to see,feel, touch, and breathe the beauty ,the culture and the climate.Take photos and record it.Fill my mind with the essence of it before I start writing.I hope it works out as I planned.
Raymond Wunna.
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
Monday, 18 July 2011
Sunday, 17 July 2011
From my little corner I blog what I see.
"LET US GO TO THE ISLAND OF TAHITI."
======================================= in the woods
"So, let us got to Tahiti together.May the day come and perhaps soon, when I can sit in the woods of the South sea island and live there in ecstacy,in peace for art far away from the struggle for fame and fortune.There in Tahiti, in the silence of a lovely tropical night.We can listen to the soft murmuring of our heart beats in amourous harmony with the enviroment.Free at last!!!!Free at last!!!!! with not a care in the world and able to laugh and sing and dance with full of joy on our hearts."
That is what Paul Gauguin said to his wife before he set off to Tahiti, unfortunately she did not acompany him and he went on his own.
Paul Gauguin was a stockbroker and a Sunday painter and he hanged around with artists Van Gough, and Pissaro and was known in the group as a talented Sunday painter.
Everyone was shocked when he left his job and family to fulfill his burning desire to create.He had participate in a group exibition in Paris with other artists but the reviews were far from encouraging so he left for Tahiti.
He had done right,he came back to Paris a year later with 40 canvases of paintings of Tahitian life and had a one man show in Paris.Again the critics reviews said"If you want to amuse your children on weekends you could take them to Gauguin's exibition".He got really pissed off with that so he left for Tahiti again but this time for good.He hated Paris and was very hurt and wounded.When the press asked,What he think of Paris?He replied"Paris can kiss my ass".
So he left and lived in Tahiti loved those Tahitian women and paint them too.He produced his best work in Tahiti and lived there until he died of siphylis.He had left hundreds of paintings when he died which will worth milloins of dollars now.Such is the life of Paul Gauguin the artist.What do we learn from this?
I have learned that the price for immortality is very high and you have to pay it with your life.
Raymond.
======================================= in the woods
"So, let us got to Tahiti together.May the day come and perhaps soon, when I can sit in the woods of the South sea island and live there in ecstacy,in peace for art far away from the struggle for fame and fortune.There in Tahiti, in the silence of a lovely tropical night.We can listen to the soft murmuring of our heart beats in amourous harmony with the enviroment.Free at last!!!!Free at last!!!!! with not a care in the world and able to laugh and sing and dance with full of joy on our hearts."
That is what Paul Gauguin said to his wife before he set off to Tahiti, unfortunately she did not acompany him and he went on his own.
Paul Gauguin was a stockbroker and a Sunday painter and he hanged around with artists Van Gough, and Pissaro and was known in the group as a talented Sunday painter.
Everyone was shocked when he left his job and family to fulfill his burning desire to create.He had participate in a group exibition in Paris with other artists but the reviews were far from encouraging so he left for Tahiti.
He had done right,he came back to Paris a year later with 40 canvases of paintings of Tahitian life and had a one man show in Paris.Again the critics reviews said"If you want to amuse your children on weekends you could take them to Gauguin's exibition".He got really pissed off with that so he left for Tahiti again but this time for good.He hated Paris and was very hurt and wounded.When the press asked,What he think of Paris?He replied"Paris can kiss my ass".
So he left and lived in Tahiti loved those Tahitian women and paint them too.He produced his best work in Tahiti and lived there until he died of siphylis.He had left hundreds of paintings when he died which will worth milloins of dollars now.Such is the life of Paul Gauguin the artist.What do we learn from this?
I have learned that the price for immortality is very high and you have to pay it with your life.
Raymond.
Saturday, 16 July 2011
From my little corner I blog what I see.
"I HOPE THIS IS NOT TRUE."
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Dear readers,when I was a young man and starting as an artist,I studied the works of Great English artists like Walter Sickert,Robert Bevan,and Spencer Gore.They are my teachers even though I haven't met them.I adore their works and copied them at Tates or other galleries.I am a child created by those artists, believe it or not.
Many years had passed now and a lot of water had flowed under the bridge but it pains me to find out that my idols were not what they seemed to be.Walter Sickert for instance was labelled as a serial murderer"Jack the Ripper" it is fully explained in the book"Sickert and Ripper crimes" written by Jean Overton Fuller.It said in the book he was the killer of prostitutes in White Chaple area in London.
A lady artist called Florence Pash who was a very close friend of Walter Sickert told the mother of Jean Overton Fuller all the secrets of Walter Sickert and the letter he wrote to her revealing the crimes he had commited.The Scotland Yard had suspected Walter Sickert and followed him and he had to move to a place called "Dippie" in south of France.
Only recently I have been reading books written on "Jack the Ripper" and I have read 7 books and out of that 4 books pointed out Walter Sickert was "Jack the Ripper".The latest study done by criminologist Patricia Conwell
concluded that it is DNA proved that Walter Sickert was "Jack the Ripper" and the case was closed after 100 years.
How could an artist an a gentleman like him become a serial killer of prostitutes they said he had a penile deformity and had undergone multiple surgery and cannot had proper erection and sex with women and his hate for women originated from that.
There again Walter Sickert was a very attractive looking man in his younger days and was admired by many women for his looks and artistic talents.I still cannot picture him as a killer whatever they say.It totally confused me.
Raymond.
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Dear readers,when I was a young man and starting as an artist,I studied the works of Great English artists like Walter Sickert,Robert Bevan,and Spencer Gore.They are my teachers even though I haven't met them.I adore their works and copied them at Tates or other galleries.I am a child created by those artists, believe it or not.
Many years had passed now and a lot of water had flowed under the bridge but it pains me to find out that my idols were not what they seemed to be.Walter Sickert for instance was labelled as a serial murderer"Jack the Ripper" it is fully explained in the book"Sickert and Ripper crimes" written by Jean Overton Fuller.It said in the book he was the killer of prostitutes in White Chaple area in London.
A lady artist called Florence Pash who was a very close friend of Walter Sickert told the mother of Jean Overton Fuller all the secrets of Walter Sickert and the letter he wrote to her revealing the crimes he had commited.The Scotland Yard had suspected Walter Sickert and followed him and he had to move to a place called "Dippie" in south of France.
Only recently I have been reading books written on "Jack the Ripper" and I have read 7 books and out of that 4 books pointed out Walter Sickert was "Jack the Ripper".The latest study done by criminologist Patricia Conwell
concluded that it is DNA proved that Walter Sickert was "Jack the Ripper" and the case was closed after 100 years.
How could an artist an a gentleman like him become a serial killer of prostitutes they said he had a penile deformity and had undergone multiple surgery and cannot had proper erection and sex with women and his hate for women originated from that.
There again Walter Sickert was a very attractive looking man in his younger days and was admired by many women for his looks and artistic talents.I still cannot picture him as a killer whatever they say.It totally confused me.
Raymond.
Friday, 15 July 2011
From my little corner I blog what I see.
"AMOUR"
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Dear readers,Wow!!!! how nice to be in Paris,the city of romance and love.I am overwhelmed with it.Walking down the bank of the Sein,I could wittnessed many couples in loving embrace.Amour is in the air.I said to myself "Here I am and thats where I should be".
We should try and cultivate this culture all over the world then it will be paradise on earth.I could not help pulling out my canvas and easel and start painting on the side walk to capture the beautiful tenderness of the approaching night.The pink evening sunset filled me with tears in my eyes.I am overwhelmed with emotions for the place.
Parisian twilight is like a dream,an sweet fragrance,a rumour,a ghost of light amongst the trees.For dreams may not be forgotten and life will flow through time immense trial.I saw the firery stream of lifeflow past me.I am glad to be alive.
I thanked everyone who love me and everyone I have loved in my life.I want to spent all of my life in one single burst of laughter.A touch of a faint caress.One loving look from the eye.One sweet word of amour.One electrifying kiss that will blow me way to heaven.
I surrender!!! I surrender!!! I surrender!!!
Raymond Wunna.
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Dear readers,Wow!!!! how nice to be in Paris,the city of romance and love.I am overwhelmed with it.Walking down the bank of the Sein,I could wittnessed many couples in loving embrace.Amour is in the air.I said to myself "Here I am and thats where I should be".
We should try and cultivate this culture all over the world then it will be paradise on earth.I could not help pulling out my canvas and easel and start painting on the side walk to capture the beautiful tenderness of the approaching night.The pink evening sunset filled me with tears in my eyes.I am overwhelmed with emotions for the place.
Parisian twilight is like a dream,an sweet fragrance,a rumour,a ghost of light amongst the trees.For dreams may not be forgotten and life will flow through time immense trial.I saw the firery stream of lifeflow past me.I am glad to be alive.
I thanked everyone who love me and everyone I have loved in my life.I want to spent all of my life in one single burst of laughter.A touch of a faint caress.One loving look from the eye.One sweet word of amour.One electrifying kiss that will blow me way to heaven.
I surrender!!! I surrender!!! I surrender!!!
Raymond Wunna.
Thursday, 14 July 2011
From my little corner I blog what I see.
"To Paris with Love and Squalor."
Dear readers,as an artist I found Paris as a place where all artist should go for exibition.It is a city where you can meet the best of all audience and the worse of all critics.For I have done an exibition over there a few years back.I had a good exibition from sales piont of view and the Parisian audience is lovely.People from Paris seemed to like my work.I was showing my"The Lady in Red" series and ladies from Paris were especially keen on the romantic aspect of my work.A lot of them want to be the lady in red from my paintings.They even put on their red dresses when they visit my exibition.There was so much support from the audience even better than my home ground in Leeds,U.K.The audience there are educated in arts.
In some parts of England people are so conservative they could not appreciate fifine arts or abstract art.I found this very annoying sometimes.But Parisians could appreciate fine arts and abstracts at the same level.I could not fault the people of Paris at all,for they bought all my paintings and it was a great success.The museum was very pleased too for they got twenty percent of my sales.
Now come the part I dreaded.The critics were the hardest to please for any artist.From time immemorial they have been trashing the artist.It had become a second nature to them.They had called Paul Gauguin "the artist who paint like a buffoon,Van Gough the mad eccentrict and Picasso a cretin.
Just see what they think of me.They said"Raymond Wunna without any doubt is a bad painter,who never follows any rules.He is isolated and cut out from the world living in a little village in the central shires of England.He does not belong to any group or movement.Despite all his faults his paintings speak to us about love and beauty.We can see an artist desperatly trying to communicate.We hope to see some serious work from him as he matures".In other words I am a bad painter who dosen't follow rules and need to grow up and get serious.
From that experience I score my Paris exibition---Audience--100% love.
Critics---100% Squalor.
Raymond Wunna.
Dear readers,as an artist I found Paris as a place where all artist should go for exibition.It is a city where you can meet the best of all audience and the worse of all critics.For I have done an exibition over there a few years back.I had a good exibition from sales piont of view and the Parisian audience is lovely.People from Paris seemed to like my work.I was showing my"The Lady in Red" series and ladies from Paris were especially keen on the romantic aspect of my work.A lot of them want to be the lady in red from my paintings.They even put on their red dresses when they visit my exibition.There was so much support from the audience even better than my home ground in Leeds,U.K.The audience there are educated in arts.
In some parts of England people are so conservative they could not appreciate fifine arts or abstract art.I found this very annoying sometimes.But Parisians could appreciate fine arts and abstracts at the same level.I could not fault the people of Paris at all,for they bought all my paintings and it was a great success.The museum was very pleased too for they got twenty percent of my sales.
Now come the part I dreaded.The critics were the hardest to please for any artist.From time immemorial they have been trashing the artist.It had become a second nature to them.They had called Paul Gauguin "the artist who paint like a buffoon,Van Gough the mad eccentrict and Picasso a cretin.
Just see what they think of me.They said"Raymond Wunna without any doubt is a bad painter,who never follows any rules.He is isolated and cut out from the world living in a little village in the central shires of England.He does not belong to any group or movement.Despite all his faults his paintings speak to us about love and beauty.We can see an artist desperatly trying to communicate.We hope to see some serious work from him as he matures".In other words I am a bad painter who dosen't follow rules and need to grow up and get serious.
From that experience I score my Paris exibition---Audience--100% love.
Critics---100% Squalor.
Raymond Wunna.
From my little corner I blog what I see.
"To Hell With Picasso"
Dear readers,I heard that Andrew Lloyd Webber had bought Picasso's "Portriat of Angel de Soto".He paid $29 millions for it.Andrew Lloyd Webber had made his fortune by writing tunes and ditties that reminds people of something they heard before,and he decided to share it with the most successful artist and con man of the century.
Angel was one of the two brothers whom Picasso sponged off in his penniless days.Angel was an idle fellow who pretend to paint but in fact did nothing but drink and brothel-creep.In Musee Picasso in Barcelona there are two portriats of Angel painted by Picasso one boozing in a cafe' and another engaging in mutual masturbation with a whore.
The portriat that Andrew Lloyd Webber bought is nothing but a clumsy daub with gruesome colouring, sloppy brush work and bad drawing.It is often said by experts that Picasso was a consummate draughtsman.There is nothing special about Picasso drawing even when he was trying hard,which he rarely did and the results were poor.
I have heard that a young lady artist who amused her friends by doing Picasso drawings with a pen attached to a sex-vibrator and called them"Prickassos".
The other thing you should know is the art market is governed not by quality but by rarity and hype,and the dealers had been milking Picasso paintings for years.Hence the high price is fetched.So paying $29 million for "Angel's daub tell us a lot about collecting mania and it has nothing to do with art.
Dear readers,I heard that Andrew Lloyd Webber had bought Picasso's "Portriat of Angel de Soto".He paid $29 millions for it.Andrew Lloyd Webber had made his fortune by writing tunes and ditties that reminds people of something they heard before,and he decided to share it with the most successful artist and con man of the century.
Angel was one of the two brothers whom Picasso sponged off in his penniless days.Angel was an idle fellow who pretend to paint but in fact did nothing but drink and brothel-creep.In Musee Picasso in Barcelona there are two portriats of Angel painted by Picasso one boozing in a cafe' and another engaging in mutual masturbation with a whore.
The portriat that Andrew Lloyd Webber bought is nothing but a clumsy daub with gruesome colouring, sloppy brush work and bad drawing.It is often said by experts that Picasso was a consummate draughtsman.There is nothing special about Picasso drawing even when he was trying hard,which he rarely did and the results were poor.
I have heard that a young lady artist who amused her friends by doing Picasso drawings with a pen attached to a sex-vibrator and called them"Prickassos".
The other thing you should know is the art market is governed not by quality but by rarity and hype,and the dealers had been milking Picasso paintings for years.Hence the high price is fetched.So paying $29 million for "Angel's daub tell us a lot about collecting mania and it has nothing to do with art.
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
From my little corner I blog what I see.
Oh dear what is happening?I cannot watch the news on TV these days.The most horrific movies will become tame comparing to BBC news.There is nothing but wars and killings,riots on the streets,famine in war torn countries of Africa, children sufferring form hunger and diseases.War in middle east both sides flexing their muscles.People been short and killed for no reason,bombs flying everywhere,riots on the streets of Belfast.Villages burned down,cities wiped out.All for the sake of progress and good reason.What is going on?What I saw is innocent men,women and children running for their lives shot down and killed.It is unbelievably crazy.Intelligent and educated men trying to wipe out each other on the battlefield.The states goes to war and men meet each other as enemies on the battlefield.OMG!!!! its a very crazy world we are living in.
Heavenly Father show us Thy Mercy.
Heavenly Father show us Thy Mercy.
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
From my little corner I paint what I see.
Dear readers,My name is Raymond Wunna, I am a self taught Artist who had very little formal education in Arts.I paint because I can't help it.I have found that my best media of expression is through colours and images.I tried to paint the colours that come to my inner eyes and images that come to my mind, leaving the details that I can't remember,which explains the simplicity of my paintings and the obvious emptiness.
As an artist I am not a creator,but only a spectator,who watches the whole of humanity on the stage of life.I painted their agonies on the killing floor of life,the pain of love, and their catastrophic loneliness and the horror of Death.From my little corner I paint what I see to express my point of view.
I don't want to change the world nor save humanity from darkness.
I don't believe in any political -isims such as Capitalism, Communism, or Socialism ect----.I only want to think freely, act freely and live freely.I don't choose to be a artist,it chose me.
As an artist I am not a creator,but only a spectator,who watches the whole of humanity on the stage of life.I painted their agonies on the killing floor of life,the pain of love, and their catastrophic loneliness and the horror of Death.From my little corner I paint what I see to express my point of view.
I don't want to change the world nor save humanity from darkness.
I don't believe in any political -isims such as Capitalism, Communism, or Socialism ect----.I only want to think freely, act freely and live freely.I don't choose to be a artist,it chose me.
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