The Vision
LATE BLOOMER
The cosmic story behind the song is about a girl growing up in an attic. She dances her childhood, raises herself and shapes to be a bit different in the landscape; a wild girl who grew up in the power of Art. The dance with the Spirit World, brings light into her, which provides her an internal reserves of a high intimate ability to deal with The Silence and Inner Voice. Thus, a bubble is created for her. A safety net protecting her from the outside world. And so, for many many years, behind closed doors, she grows out of imaginary worlds, until she is big enough to go out into the world.
"THERE ARE MOMENTS, THAT I REALIZE THAT I MUST GO OUTSIDE INTO THE WORLD" SAID THE YOUNG GIRL. "MY DEAR.. YOUR MUSIC IS PSYCHEDELIC.." SAID THE CHEMIST TO HER. "GET OUT. I NEED YOU".
So.. as she goes outside the world, she slowly opens up like a flower and she experiences life with intensity. On one hand, she is forced to learn integrating into the environment, to connect with the outside world, to fight for her peace of mind.
On the other hand, anything she touches that comes her way - opens up like a flower, and she experiences the world as a great wonder.
WHAT DOES SHE
FIND OUT AT THE END..?
THE PROCESS
Since my late dear father passed away, my beautiful small family and I have gone through challenging years. That was the great development of our lives.
Since then, I'm receiving inner strength and building myself and my beloved with determination, dedication and with a great passion for life, to bring inspiration to others.
The music and the short films that I make, is a wonder and a great miracle.
So, I chose to transform the energy of Pain into the energy of willingness and action, which produces positive achievements in my life. Pain that turnes into creation and art that fertilizes me and others, and positively affects the world, so I hope.
I want to remind myself that forever we won't know if something works until we try it. Same thing with Faith. My security did not depend on my bank account. When you have "enough", we dare and risk and do the impossible, because our faith and security is rooted in something that is bigger than us. And then.. we break boundaries.
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO DOESN'T GIVE UP ON THEMSELVES.
I WISH US THE BEST.
THE ACKNOWLEDGMENT
"Great artists live in polarities". said the old man to the young lady. "Alaska.. Sahara.. it's time to recognize what lives inside of you..!"
Shook her. "And also it's time to meet The Inner Child of you darling".
"Great artists create from places of deep childhood. We create from the place of Naivety. That's why Humans believe us". he Looked at the pupil of her eye.
"If you want to be an artist, you must be a child..". Stood, excited.
"And you also need freedom. to fly..! To feel what a butterfly is.. a wild horse. And not to think about who will see me.. and who will "purchase" me.. because that is not what will guide me to do a good job." His eyes embraced her. "Even the Savage has a frame".
"And freedom is a matter of perception." returned to the ground. "My lady.. you have strong Spatial Engineering" enlightened her. "A gift from God that you received. And this is also what takes us to a temporary insanity". laughed high.
"Hey!" the lady stood up to his floor. "How lucky is that every ending has a beginning..?" smiled to his eyes.
The two of them sat down, and went to talk about Faith.
THE MASSAGE
I want to tell you a secret..!
When Late Bloomer's musical editing was about to end, I felt like I was missing a piece of the puzzle. The words "Persian poetry" popped into my head, and it took me straight to my Mother.
"I want my Mother to sing in my song..!" I said.
So, I turned to her with a heartfelt request to bring my roots into Late Bloomer, in order to create personal and collective healing related to "Motherly Love" and also the Persian Culture I grew up with.
I told my Mother about the vision and the flowers, and asked her;
"What childhood song do you know that Grandma Sarah used to sing to you?" - "You know what..? I do have a memory of a song that my Mother used to sing to me when I was little." She started singing, and I remembered it too.
The song in Persian is called داحت گل 'Dasei Gold' - 'a Bouquet'.
When I asked my Mother what the message of the song was, she answered - "'A mother's love to her daughter'".
I was fascinated by the connection! And immediately put my mother in the recordings.
Two separate worlds united into one song, which pours nurturing and growing Feminine energy. So, you will not only hear me, but you will also hear her..! We're going to close that circle.
داحت گل 'Dasei Gold' - 'A Bouquet'
I'm tiny
My face is like a peach
I have a good mother
Who I love her very much
She sits at home
She sews professionally
Both a shirt and a skirt
I'm wearing it
And I'm being The most beautiful
Like a bouquet of flowers
A Bouquet
"A MAN LIVES WITHIN HIMSELF.."
Late Bloomer came into the world as a cry, at a time when my heart experienced a great break, over a bundle of losses and a longing for the divine spark. I wrote and composed this song in a pastoral, most magical, high and holy place, that serves as a source of life force.
Late Bloomer reveals an old childhood story, which supports all children and flowers who have opened up to the world at a unique and different pace, dealing the circumstances within relationships of near-far, disclosure and concealment.
This song gives Love, Tenderness, Strength and above all - Courage and Motivation to Shine the Creator's light to the fullest. As well as Pain - which is an integral part of growth. With the understanding that "my" pain is also the collective pain of humanity. This whole flower that we are, which is; the petals and the thorns too.
The song inspires us to accept ourselves in this world, each with its own tone and rhythm, when together we create an easier adaptation to life.
With the discovery of cycle of life, there is plenty space to be the potential that is 'I'. To be curious, rebellious and asking questions.
WE ARE BUILDING A NEW LAND NOW.
Without any guilt
or shame
as we were taught.
In the End..
all energy is borrowed.
And one day..
we will all have to
give it back.
