The Grand Budapest Hotel

I went, I saw and become mesmerised….

A true imaginative sensation induced with quirky, funny, witty humour
of M. Gustave, impersonated by effortless comic brilliance of Ralph Fiennes.
Delightful cast orchestrated by Wes Anderson,
inspired by writings of Stefan Zweig and shot on 35 mm
gave birth to this cinematic wonderland.

The Spiritual Affair of Art

Art; the affair of human soul and creativity.
The spark of the divine that flows through us like a tap water,
waiting to be transported, transmuted and materialised into the world.
Every art is valuable and every art counts; big or small, simple or complex.

For some of us, it is a connection that keeps us in touch with the universe,
for some of us it is a means to joy and self-validation
and for some of us it is a staple that keeps us alive and sane.

Art expresses our emotions, primarily love, intertwined with our humanity.

Our very existence is a vibrational compound of feelings that change their frequencies and with that just like a camera lens it opens or closes it’s portal to higher consciousness and to the divine….letting less or more light in, depending on our state of being.

When we are open we become a channel for the creative energy that flows down through us from that higher consciousness; like a waterfall.
Our creativity is therefore transcendental.
All of this can be fairly subtle and we might not even be aware of it on a conscious level, but our spirit knows.

Art unites our soul’s otherworldly existence with the reality of ourselves here on earth; creating visions that can exceed our conscious understanding.”

These experiences, fictions, fantasies and surreality
are the artistic tools we use to move our visions
on the wheels of divine into our world.

It offers us and others release, healing, guidance,
awareness, inspiration and forward momentum.

Creativity to me is an outburst of our spirit
and our art is the embodiment of our essence.

Charles Bukowski once said:
“The way to create art is to burn and destroy
ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths
that runs down from the top of the head and out of the heart”

Don’t be afraid to let your imagination go,
for it transforms our every-day life into a wonderland.

2014© Ester Young, All Rights Reserved


So here we meet again
across the borders -
pulsating rain
dares me to touch
the realness of you
all that I wished for -
all that I knew

And the sounds of colours
that paints the Earth
melody sings the tones of mirth
each time I see you -
each time I taste
the nearness of what
I perceive as fate

But the tick of the clock
keeps holding it back
as silence of minutes
slowly moves on it’s track
through double glazed window
it pushes to past
all the things lost
all things amassed

So now that we’re here
finnally seeing us raw
like black and white photo
like image we draw
just missing out colours
in this picturesque dream
to fill in the vignette
to fill in the beam

And the sounds of colours
that paints the Sky
melody sings the tones gone by
each time I see you -
each time I feel
the closeness of what
has disappeared

2014© Ester Young, All Rights Reserved