a Painter, court jester, bluenight Dublin 2014

…the thought is set by the artist’s probability by the spacetime, giving life to two binomials, world-being and artist-art, which is overfed by the anthropological wavelengths and in the interval of time…

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bluenight story
The story of quantum painting
Chapter Dublin

you are a Painter, aren’t you?
Yes, I am

A POET, PAINTER, TRAVELLER, AND LIFE LOVER

A New Painter’s Journey

THE ARTIST’S WAY OF LIVING BEGINS HERE

painting, a Dublin dice blow has happened to a painter

Bluenight’s tale in verse

stumbling

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The events take place on a blow of dice, sending the great significance of that date, 2014, on painter’s canvas to a new painter’s journey.
The painter, having found new way of painting, had a new impulse: to run into the painting to learn and reflect.
The painter learned that art was not developed enough yet to present it to the canvas, that painting was a new resource by which the painter might live all that in a new art of thought.

a blow of dice

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A Painter Started to Paint A New Art by Rolling a Blow of Dice

A painter started to paint a new art by rolling a blow of dice, filling some empty space up with a painting probability to paint Dublin canvas, I will meet a new chance to build on a new road of art. So painting and thinking over my art, a new art story was launching into a new road to stand for the tale of verses and the choice of this case without any sense.

the dice can not tell what its name is

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Painter and Storyteller

And my story has started this way:

   …I am a Painter, court jester, bluenight, who would not love to share out those tender word-foods with critics, with historians and all that similarly in the art afloat; someway, I will make it someday, perhaps, to see the words lay on the table, maybe.
Yet, beyond the different living moods of the table decked along the street I have shared it out, namely, like that.
  I am a Painter, ok, no problem, rather, do what you would like to do it meant no questions about what your name is, who you are, what you are doing here, but only that you would like to live more, ok, here you can make all this, where a beckoning is quiet to speak, as well as to break out a new street to think out, filling with new winds, blown by floating vapours, daily build-ups rise upward, from the morning to the break of day;

and has got only numbers, a firmness of the ruts, flaunted by the wind…

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Story of A Painter

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A PAINTER

you are a Painter, aren’t you?

   Yes, I am, no problem, our table is big enough for all of us,

  also a Painter,

  without name,

   without mind,

  or address as well…

Bluenight’s tale in verse

then to cradle the reflections, without gleaming on all of their edges

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I am a painter

BLUENIGHT

Bluenight’s tale in verse

some wind sings its street: night inside day.and a splintering of the corner, like a splintered sound staying among the reflections

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The Artist’s Quotes

I live, I exist, and I feel myself as a probability of existence of art.

Bluenight’s tale in verse

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SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
bluenight’s script

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TIME-SLIP STORIES

shapes can be more or less different, acute or round,

why are you thinking about the time?

Bluenight’s tale in verse

I was waiting for some short-flavoured living glance in the night

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SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
bluenight’s script

Artistic Research Pages

Painter Notebook: The Dream of Travelling For a New Art Expedition, Painting with New Paint Palettes

Artistic Research in year 2014

Artistic Research in year 2014

The Artist as Researcher

The Quantum Painting changed in Dublin fundamentally and for ever; The date was 5 June 2014 Dublin.

SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
bluenight’s script

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MY PAINTING IS A PICTORIAL RESEARCH IN BECOMING

the colour is an index of space

and time pointing out at where the universe is;

the quantum painting is an index of quanta of the five colours.

This is as close as possible to my own way of thinking

and seeing what is around me.

Bluenight’s tale in verse

those waves of sea reflected by the stars, the place

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A PAINTING SEQUENCE IN BECOMING

only to paint those sounds,

your breath-smooth voice across my infinity,

shut in a comma.

Bluenight’s tale in verse

it’s been only a waiting for the night within a glance

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SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
bluenight’s script

Acrylic Colors on Canvas

Some painting fragments lead bluenight’s script through the ink colours of a painter, who keeps on painting his art, and the words are the quantum colours just to give them some space; thus, walking through the quantum painting, a painter, bluenight, tells his own thoughts, bluenight’s script written out painting a quantum canvas, dreaming a new colour to picture.

the made-up corner of the sky hung from the wall of the room

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SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
bluenight’s script

A Painter Telling Stories In Art

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Why is this world so?

why is this world so?

now at this instant I would like to be alive,

this world, such as it is,

seems like a painting never finished,

loved

and unframed.

why I am saying that,

simply I saw all that’s to see,

to see something that is worth to have seen,

lived,

now at this instant,

pride, honour,

entity are empty places,

empty words

and in no sounds and voices that the city has seen;

and I have seen voices,

sounds of new corners, now,

that silence is my bedsheet warming me,

different cities,

different starry skies,

farther north,

more cornered constellations;

they are my sky,

beautiful to look,

a whole merely to live all,

love, pride are the only thing I have got,

and my way to live;

I now am asking to myself the why of this world,

where the colours fade away

since the first nod of mood,

before living it,

after asking for it.

Bluenight’s tale in verse

a colour settled down everywhere: thoughts

14:19 May 15, 2017 in art BLUENIGHT

A Poet,Painter,Traveller, and Life Lover.

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Painting With Subject

you can not see

I am weeping,

I want the night to wrap me up,

her scent to get me dressed

merely for an instant,

so I may dream of my beloved,

inside you within a night,

forever,

a dream to weep

and the tears may dream

of my remembrance,

on a new day without dreaming,

now it’s getting light,

I am waiting for the night,

I am waiting for your scent,

my beloved,

my life,

merely that one and only instant within a night.

Bluenight’s tale in verse

bluenight’s script

15:02 May 15, 2017 in art BLUENIGHT

SCRIBBLING
THE SEA
bluenight’s script

SCRIBBLING THE SEA

BLUENIGHT THEORY

Thank you for your time and consideration

⚅

A POET,PAINTER,TRAVELLER, AND LIFE LOVER.

Bluenight’s tale in verse

now a painter has become bluenight and
THE QUANTUM PAINTING
has become the dreams’highway

The Artist’s Painting Script

THE PLACE
bluenight is a painter, court jester,and is walking with the words of the dreams that are born with the burning of the moon
ῥειν
Φ 1.618

π 3,141
ἐντόϛ
a painter, court jester, bluenight wanted to paint the sky with your eyes’ colour script bluenight painter court jester
BLUENIGHT’S SCRIPT

THE STORYTELLING OF THE FEATHER-WINGED NIGHT

AN ANGEL RUNS DOWN

Running down the streets

an angel who came from Heaven

has been dissolved,

through a dream

that I picked up and read on.

The only dream,

scattering all over the sea of words

that speaks about the waves that paint the world,

with its slow-disengaging air

comes out of the upcoming dawn.

I will carry it myself along,

inside the dreams of mine,

through another city,

up to meeting another angel.

Bluenight’s tale in verse

AN ANGEL RUNS DOWN

by bluenight

Thank you for your time and consideration

Bluenight’s Script

The Artist’s Painting Script

looking over and walking along the streets,

stuffed by traffic lights, footfalls, wandering words

and the skies spilt over with the open-ended thoughts,

I asked myself for what’s all that meant what do people want to, really? since that instant all the queries fade away,

into the early bird sounds, lights

and silences, enclosed up around their own volume

and wear-out, fragmented only by that frenzied rhythm on ever-endless breaks,

frantically thrown back on galloping thoughts,

yelled at daily living, as bread broken but never shared;

yet, looking and walking,

by holding on no thought

to taste those fragment-messed footfalls

added up one more to mine.

Bluenight’s tale in verse

The Artist’s Painting Script

15:02 February 2, 2019 in art BLUENIGHT

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