Dad, why they kill people to solve quibblings?

I went to Ken Foster blog and found this post from the time he was in London.

He was sketching sat at this bench but didn't noticed what it was - sometimes artists are so concentrated in forms, colors and lines that there is no room to pay attention to anything else. He found the sketch today and discovered

"It is a memorial dedicated to the 202 people killed in Kuta, Bali in 2002, 28 of whom were Britons. There are 202 peace doves carved into this 5' round marble globe representing every person that died in that bombing."

At this post he starts making all of those questions sometimes we do to ourselves about killing people to solve conflicts. It's like going back to adolescence again and experiencing that strange feeling of total incomprehension and perplexity in face of some events. Just remembering that soldiers are sent to other countries to kill; terrorists action are the sole way to fight; bombing an entire city... I feel so ashamed of humankind and just like a five years old girl nothing makes sense for me. I feel like asking an adult: "what is it all about?" It last some minutes or hours depending on the day. Now I'm not in this state of mind but thinking with my reason: "Why on earth we still kill civilians to solve quibblings?" We still kill people because of land, to set boarders. This is shameful to say the least.

The technological advance we've been experiencing makes us believe that we are evolving but taking a good look at the world, all the wars, conflicts, lost of civil liberties, lost of human rights already conquered and all that is causing pain to human beings assure that we lost track of the way of a world where justice prevails.

Another evidence to the fact that things are changing another way is the lack of incentive for the study and research in humanities.

Can you imagine ancient Greek without philosophy?

Photography: Some rights reserved by Feggy Art. Flickr

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A touch of divinity at The Sketching Life of Ken Foster

I visit Ken's blog frequently but usually to see his new work. I was searching at Google and end up at one of his 2009's pages and even thou I had already seen them I discovered new things.

It was not these two sketches I'm publishing today. I also rediscovered them and I will share with you what he wrote for the right sketch:

"This is the bell tower of the St. Feliu - a cathedral I visited in Girona last Summer. I visited three cathedrals while I was in Spain. The first one I visited was in the Barri Gotic of Barcelona - the Cathedral de Barcelona, which is undergoing a major renovation. I walked in and was instantly brought to tears. It was very unexpected and a bit embarassing.

The second was the Sagrada Familia - again tears welled up as I began to take in the space. It is a surprising thing when tears just well up for apparently no reason. But it was my experience in all three of the cathedrals I walked into that this welling up of tears took place. It must have been the intention of the people that built these cathedrals. There are several natural places that do this to me - grand and epic places, or even simple sunsets and sunrises. But there are very few man-made places that do this. Outside of cathedrals, the only one that comes to mind is a turkish carpet shop I once visited in Austin, TX. I'm not sure what it is exactly that evokes this feeling but I believe it has something to do with being in a place where the intention of the people who made it was to strengthen others in their feeling, or specifically in the case of these three cathedrals, to make a gift, or an offering, to God."

I'll publish the others this week. I'm touched as if I had the experience because it also happens to me, not at churches that I go in times nobody is there. I sit and listen to the silence, look at the sculptures and feel the peace. Sunsets and sunrises make me on the verge of tears.

I did a label for Ken Foster because I will surely keep posting his work.

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Sketching life of Ken Foster 2: The Half-a-House

I have published two sketches by Ken Foster here. This is a project he is working and he tells the story of the house:

"The Half-a-House

This is an interesting little project I am working on in Rockport, Maine. This house use to be a full cape but about 30 years ago (so the story goes) two brothers inherited the house and decided to split it - literally. One brother took his half of the house across town and the other one lived here. It's less than 1000 SF and either needs to be torn down or completely renovated." (keep reading here)

"This sketch was done in about 2 hours and I hit the undo button a lot! Once I was happy with it, I brought it into Artrage for some final tweaks. I wish the renovation was going to be that easy!" Ken Foster

I like the sketch, the story and keep thinking about the brother caring half of the house across town.

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The amazing sketching life of Ken Foster

It's been a long time I want to publish about Ken Foster's sketches but I always found it very difficult to chose one or two of his amazing works.

I'm just publishing these two because I want to share it with you but I'm thinking about all the others that I didn't publish.

You have to visit Ken's blog and experience his work. The only problem is that you will feel sorry for not being able to draw and having to use a digital camera to register your life.

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