WriteOn! 2024

The world has a lot of questions to many people that are gone or live and so do I. First I would start with the people that I have questions for. The first will be the Macedonian king and Illyrian king, Alexander the Great and King Genti. The question that I have is are the mythological creatures real? The second person is Skenderbeg or Gjergj Kastrioti. My question would be what  were the Albanian people like in the medieval era? The third and the last person would be At Gjergj Fishta, the person who inspires me. No question for him. It’s just my dream to meet him.

Then after these people I would draw a giant hawk so that I can fly on it and see the wonders of my state—to fly so that I can taste the freedom that spreads on my body like a horse when it is freed from its owner. I want to go from one side of the world to another seeing the world’s most beautiful natural creations and human creations; to learn from other cultures, find other people and myself around the world from above. Then my dream will be completed.

 

Then I will point a submarine to explore the secrets that the mighty seven seas hold for us. Even though there is no light, it doesn’t mean that the beauty won’t be there. A rocket ship to explore the cosmos; to see a star dying, a nebula cloud, the biggest galaxy that has five black holes slowly eating it, just like the ice melts into the water. To se new planets and go far away until I miss home like a baby misses its mother.

 

I will return to my painting gear and make another painting: a machine that makes me into the size of an atom so I can see the fabric that made us and holds us together. I will see how strange yet meaningful is the human body and everything else in the world. 

 

Then at the end of the day I will sharpen my pencil and water my colors for the last painting that will leave a mark on my life and maybe others. Here stands the beauty of the painting, a key that opens the doors to anything you can create. It starts from the edge of the table and never stops, because the mind of a human has an infinite imagination. This painting won’t make just itself alive but even me. It will be a painting that will bring joy, questions, sadness; and so it will it will make us feel everything that we can. That painting will stand tall and mighty for years. You are wondering what that painting is; well it is a blank paper. For those who do not understand why it is blank, it is because you have to fill it in yourself side-by-side with your imagination, your wishes and dream that haunt you and make you happy. So I have a question for you. What will you paint? Now I will rest knowing that I started the engine for you. Drive by yourself. I will sit in my chair, watch the sun go down, and shut my eyes slowly.