16/09/2014
In distant lands, where it is impossible without hats ..... Tinga Tinga Art
In the sun there is a rule:
It rays violence,
Pitched in the morning -
And on the ground the heat ....
Somewhere in the jungle on vines,
Somewhere on the south side
Inhabited by monkeys,
And giraffes, and elephants.
Where in silver creek
Hippos sweet sleep
painted birds
Rainbow colors flying.
Africa ...
Fabulous country
Africa ...
Hot sky,
Africa ...
Sweet plantains,
Because in Africa
Summer all year round!
Tinga Tinga paintings appeared in Tanzania 60 years of the twentieth century, the name given by the name of the founder of the direction - Eduardo Saidi Tingatinga. The first pictures were painted on cardboard, and before that - on the walls of houses. Initially, all the works were about the size of 60x60 cm, which led to the fact that some sources Tingatinga called "square painting." Daudi Tingatinga only son Eduardo just like his father, is engaged in the art of Thing Thing.
For artists, this painting an inexhaustible source of inspiration - all the flora and fauna of Africa. This antelope, hippos, buffaloes, giraffes, zebras, lions, monkeys, elephants and other animals, as well as flowers, trees, birds and fish, especially the unusual coloring. Very popular motif of Mount Kilimanjaro in the background - the greatest in Africa, top, in the north-eastern Tanzania.
Fernand Leger paintings
Painting Thing Thing transmits wildlife and culture of Africa and helps us to see the world as it is seen by children: joyful, colorful and bright.
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14/08/2014
Christ's story ..... Artist Yakimova Victoria
You see those green meadows, green with white flowers. Not from the flowers turn white meadows turn white robes of the Lord of the net. On spring field in undercover o'clock in the evening was the Christ, and with him a reed-girl, Mary Magdalene. Haste thee, girl, clutching fingers for clean garments, eyes stare Vecherova eyes of the Savior.
Moonlight
Interrogated, tortured the holy of the Lord GOD:
- Gracious Lord, why is this month, and the stars shine?
The Lord said to her:
- Without understanding you, slow-witted girl, you want to test me. And as I was small, sucking his finger. With a sucker and sleep stacked. Virgin wean me. And I know I suck itself. That time she said to me: "You will not touch it with a finger, you weave a gold shirt for the holiday." I threw a finger, listen, just once only touched and jumped for joy: I will be a gold shirt! Beaten track Virgin went on the green trail to the gates of heaven, where there is a color of the sun, creating a trial of flowers, and there was the spinning golden threads. Nowhere, swooped falcons, red stole gold yarn. Nothing to do. Virgin called John the Baptist: Baptist will track down the Falcon's Nest and bring her and the Falcons take it to her. Ivan the Baptist went to look for the loss, but not for a long time traveled back soon. "I can not - he says - I do it, my strength does not have taken away the Falcons golden thread high in the sky, streaks of gold thread jack - gold a month, and there is nowhere to take the Falcons: fractional curve had one star." That's why this month, and sparkling stars.
Bathing in the night
- Lord, give me one golden thread! - Stuck a reed-girl, Mary Magdalene, and pulls the robe, peeping Vecherova eyes in the eye of the Savior.
- Why do you want a golden thread?
- And I Koski woven.
And, after thinking a little, proritsaya fate holy, saith the Lord:
- Will you golden thread.
Gleamed golden moon glittered fractional star.
Do you see those gray mountains, not in itself, they are gray, sulfur from human affairs.
There are angels, the oversight of the people gathered in the West. And every day the going down of the sun they go to God to worship and carry business people committed from morning to night, good and evil.
In the beginning
Step by step
shadow
sadness
invisible presence
melody of Love
Old Manor
Shah
Young artist Victoria Yakimova grown in the Polesie region - in Zhitomir. She studied painting at the Children's Art School under the leadership of a talented teacher Victor Shkurinskogo. And when it's time to continue his studies, decided to go to Simferopol Art School. N. Samokisha. In 1991, Victoria, received education as a painting, moved to the city of Bakhchisaray (Crimea), fell in love with this ancient city and has since devoted his talents to people.
Yakimova Victoria M. - Member of the National Union of Artists of Ukraine. Her works are in the Zhytomyr Regional Museum, Art Museum of Bakhchisaray State Historical and Cultural Reserve, House-Museum E.V.Nagaevskoy in private collections in Ukraine and other countries.
Music: Raimonds Pauls - Sad History About Carrie
On the moon and stars, and how they are
Christ's story
Modest Hoffmann
AM Remizov. The book "Limonar"
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09/08/2014
"The artist Jacek Jerko - conductor from another world"
Departure from reality - the world of puzzles and fantasies
Polish artist Jacek Jerko, Jacek Kowalski in the world, famous throughout the world for its fancy pictures, riddles. Draws from his childhood, and then, from the earliest, and then in the Academy of Art, he had to defend his unique style: "My teachers somehow always wanted that I would go back to reality and painted, as it should be: traditionally, without unnecessary fantasies" .
Protect your vision of the world Jacek succeeded, and now more than 20 years of the artist's work can be found in various publications, they exhibited in Europe and the United States, and are in several collections throughout the world.
Carefully traced cloth Jacek Jerko filled with echoes of the famous surrealists of the past - from Hieronymus Bosch and Pieter Bruegel to Salvador Dali and Rene Magritte. But there is in them, and some mystery to solve which is quite possible to be in a different world, where you can sleep in the middle of the forest, the ships fly through the sky, and hid in the trees the whole estate. AdMe.ru, seems unable to solve it. Try it and you.
Double life.
Labyrinth spring.
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