06/05/2015

Surrealist painter. Dragan Ilic Di Vogo

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Surrealist painter. Dragan Ilic Di Vogo


 

 

Dragan Ilic Di V?g? modern surrealist artist of Serbian origin, creates beautiful fantastic figures. Born Sept. 7, 1962, in Belgrade, Serbia. Draw I loved since childhood, but decided to become a professional artist until 1990. Since 1991, he held a number of solo exhibitions and participated in many group exhibitions in the country and abroad. Since 2001 has the status of an independent artist.

"The boundaries of art does not have a shape, color and smell, so even if they existed, we would not know what had come over them. If you are looking for art, you can find it in everything around. In the first place, in man, because man - this is the most perfect work of art, painted by the creator. "

 

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Born on 7th September 1962, in Belgrade, Serbia.
- Professional artist painter since 1990.
- Since 1991 he has had a number of solo exhibitions and participated in many group exhibitions: Vienna, Pozarevac, Belgrade, Herceg Novi, Pristina, Sarajevo, Gornji Milanovac, Banja Luka, Athens, Paris, Los Angeles, Graz, Castroreale, Madrid, Rome ...
- Enjoys the status of independent artist since 2001.
- Member of the art group Paralarsa.
- Member of the association of painters Esnaf.
- He lives and paints in Belgrade, deliberately.

29/04/2015

Painter Vladimir Rjabchikov. The cycle of works "Dolls".

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Painter Vladimir Rjabchikov. The cycle of works "Dolls".


"I'm in a puppet theater. Before me,
As the shadows of swaying branches,
Filled with the charm of a double ... "

"Puppet Theatre"
K. Balmont

Dolls

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So once again the theater. Again, I come back to this topic. Not for the first time and probably not the last. Puppet theater, but unusual, in another perspective, no screens and fences. The series is written by the end of seven years after the "Mysteries" and it is a kind of supplement or even rethinking. Therefore, something mystical keeps in suspense all subjects. I must say that the series is not large, but very solid. I tried to very accurately convey their thoughts and feelings to the audience, I hope, it happened.

B. Rjabchikov


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Waited.

 



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Zagovor.
 

 

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Come to me.

 


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Still life with an elephant.




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Hairstyle.


 

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Conversation.
Other works by V. Ryabchikova you can see on the site

16/04/2015

~ Kathryn Morris Trotter ~ ...

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Kathryn Morris Trotter.

 

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Little Yalta,
Why the tears?
Maybe it's gull
Splashing in the waves?
Or is the sea -
Drops on the face,
Or rain in the palms -
Bulletin of the end.
About the end of the season,
About the end of the game
Beach season,
Lies, love the heat?
Song finish singing,
Burnt out fire.
He recalled the summer
Your tan velvet.
Steel other days,
And more and more rain.
In the world as a wilderness,
You're the one going.
In light raincoat wearing
I forget everything.
But the piece of summer
In my heart
I remind the sea,
That sped away away
Behind the glass of the car,
In Yalta night.
In the last ray of light
Flashed blow of fate -
Farewell glimpse of summer -
Your tan velvet.
Waterfront waves -
Yalta motive
Always remember,
All you just.
 
 

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And whether tear froze on the eyelashes,
Whether here drops lost rains
Only your love in the heart of dust,
And that someone from the sky keeps saying, "Wait."
 
 

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Autumn rain ... rain.
Not the one in the summer.
Rain, rain my sad,
You reminded me of this.
You are reminded that summer is over,
Unbridled straw plucked leaves.
Listopad time has come,
And I have not had time to say goodbye to summer.
 
 

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Poems Tatiana Snezhina.