Visuals - Dimitris Maronidis | Δημήτρης Μαρωνίδης

Haikus by Dimitris Maronidis | Gundega Šmite (2014)
All Haikus painted by Dimitris Maronidis. Poems written by Gundega Šmite

Haikus is a collection of digital paintings crafted using an iPhone. I don’t consider myself a painter, yet through painting, I rediscover the lost innocence of creating, liberated from the constraints of technique—any technique. This unconventional approach brings me a unique sense of joy and freedom. These works emerged during a time when composing music was out of reach, making painting a refuge for my existential survival. In this collection, I see myself as an artist on a quest to explore my own expressive—perhaps hidden—depths in the realms of the unexpected and unpredictable. By relinquishing the pursuit of technical perfection, I delve into the heart of creativity, where imperfection isn’t necessarily a flaw but a testament to the authenticity of one’s artistic journey. In this space, art becomes a mirror reflecting the unpredictable, ever-evolving nature of existence (or non-existence) itself.

rust of your wind, broken rockets and fireworks dissolve in their shades

toys, tears and trains speeding through the memory of our fingers intertwined

forests pulsate in splashing of stars first scream was born

earth of metal sky of stones The General Crusher

streams of light colored by midnight: our silhouettes

distant sunsets from the land of your dreams turn clocks in my night

all hidden paths get lost in their disquiet departure

your palm gently uncovers over mine the singing moonstone

bones and drums radiate songs the coal burning skies

fields of sky rivers of clouds my mirror wears sunsets of June

in tunnels of night trains trace their abyss screams get muted

scents of spring explore the sky young moon is looking for its face

Star of a rose stretches up on its toes and melt. The tongue of a nightingale

muted silence, city freezes up: street sixty eight

christmas star prickles the air light grows evergreen

blue exhales a bubble of sun tiny particles land in the sea

cries from the sky cones falling apart a sea was planted

the sound in between double moon retains the grammar of ebbs

shades hide in veils wind swallows its tail The Lady Perforator

morning mist. in quiet steps around sun is aging

Tears, flowers, stars Hopelessly fallen. Irreparable minutes.

Curves, lines and dots Granulate the soil. In slow steps.

Birds of pearls Bach beneath your fingers. Winter sky

distracted butterflies softly land again our eyelids wear their wings

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