The white night’s ink

treeswater

the white night’s shadows

run like spilled ink down

the hills and drip its puddles

from pedestrians feet

the trees cypher light in broad strokes

of brushed sumi liquid over the earth

jumping puddle, river and streets

black mercury pools of shapes

and lines of gestalt fingerprints

a display on the absolute of gravity

and when the rain comes

the pools reflect the pedestrians shadows

back up like grounded butterflies

 

by Anja Marais

By |2017-05-02T12:57:06-04:00June 15th, 2013|

Unfiltered

From Notebook: Kronstadt, Russia, May 2013

The sensory world is a cluster of
visuals, shapes, forms and gradients
it is an ocean I am drowning in

Sounds tumble from doors, windows
and the waves crescendo with laughter, music
a tsunami that rushed me off my feet

Ideas pile up like Tetris in multilevel
abstracts, hypothesizes, revelations
a Jenga that soon will collapse and crush me

by Anja Marais

By |2017-05-02T12:58:06-04:00June 12th, 2013|

Lost words

birds

Notebook May 3rd – Kronstadt, St Petersburg

Today I wrote a poem, sitting between the pigeons.

It went something like this…?

I wrote it on the back of my lost luggage customs form.

News finally came from Polcovo and I went to collect my orphaned suitcase.

Handing in my official form, now stamped with red bureaucracy circles,

forgetting about the poem penned on the back of it.

Sign here, sign here and sign here and yes you need to sign there.

Now my lonely words are afloat in the Russian ocean of

duplicate forms of black-pen-only frantic tourist scribbles.

The pigeons are still here but the words departed on a one way ticket.

By |2017-05-02T12:59:54-04:00May 5th, 2013|

Sunlight fills my room

from Notebook St.Petersburg Russia, May 2013

Being here I imagine Anna sitting on my bed and whispers to me in her native tongue while the sunlight seeps through the blinds:

Kronstadt, st Petersburg

2013 Anja Marais

8th November 1913

Sunlight fills my room
With hot dust, lucent, grey.
I wake, and I remember:
Today is your saint’s day.
That’s why even the snow
Is warm beyond the window,
That’s why, sleeplessly,
Like a communicant, I slept.
~Anna Akhmatova

By |2017-05-02T12:59:54-04:00May 4th, 2013|

Shift movie going to Cannes Film Festival

SHIFT the stop animation that features a range of my sculptures, will be screened at the Cannes Film Festival!

It is currently on view at MOCA Miami’s exhibition “Pivot Points: 15 Years and Counting”. If you have not seen it yet please go by and see my sculptures coming alive!

•• video artist/filmmaker Juan Carlos Zaldivar, artist/sculpture designer Anja Marais, photographer/ Juan Carlos Castañeda, music/composer Andy Brick ••

Explore my art at https://www.anjamarais.com/project/shift/

See a trailer and info of the film at http://www.shiftmovie.net/

shiftmovie

© Juan Carlos Castaneda – Making of Shift 2012

By |2017-07-11T00:08:18-04:00April 27th, 2013|
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