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FROHE FESTTAGE
JOYEUSES FÊTES
BUON FESTE
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… and a peaceful and Happy New Year to all contributers, authors and visitors to our homepage.
… sowie ein friedliches und glückliches Neues Jahr allen unseren Mitarbeitern, Autoren und Besuchern der Homepage.
Selva latina, or Tristes tropiques
”…For the first time in my life I was on the other side of the Equator, in the tropics, and in the New World. By what master-token should I recognize this triple transformation? What voice would confirm it for me, what never-yet- heard note ring out in my ear? Flippancies first: Rio seemed to me like one huge drawing-room.”
”The trees were so high that they seemed to touch the sky; and, if I understood right, they never lose their leaves; for they were as fresh and as green in November as ours are in the month of May; some were even in flower, and others were bearing fruit And wherever I turned the nightingales were singing, accompanied by thousands of other birds of one sort and another.”
Excerpts from: Tristes tropiques, by Claude Lévi-Strauss; 1955.
Latest News
Greeting Artists and Gallerists! That’s right, we now have a Gallerist amongst us. Please welcome Sabine Broekmann from Galerie im Behnisch-Haus. As some of you may already know, Carlos recently displayed his works there and will do so again in January.
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Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
This gallery contains 4 photos.
Polyptich "Cyrillic Alphabet", a five-panel large scale digital print was executed exclusively for the show at Gallery Zvono. It’s a vector remake of an old painting by Srdjan Dile Markovic, small format work which he did in 2000. "…when I … Continue reading
What is it?
This object
Thrown across the sand by the tide.
Where has it been?
This object
Which nestles in it’s own crater.
Who’s seas has it seen?
This object
Buried deeply, a mystic thing.
Is it treasure?
This object
Overwhelmed by the flood.
Was it ever yours?
This object
A weapon under the sea of Mananon.
Can it ever be mine?
This object
If it was ever yours.
Too Late?
That object
Lost to me for a time under the closing tide.