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11/08/2017

Michael Whelan From the fiery blood of the earth dragons appeared to the light ...

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From the fiery blood of the earth
The light appeared dragons,
When more lords could
Weave the stars into the crowns.

Of fiery blood came,
How children come from the womb.
Diamond was a substitute for the soul,
The fire escaped from the throat.

Ether their element home
And they breathe magic,
The world is seen from edge to edge,
They are given strength and wisdom.

Who saw the dragons then,
In all they helped,
And they were always a defense,
And the wise respected them.

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But time ran forward,
People and customs have changed,
And they wanted one lord
Shoot for fun.

Disappeared dragons immediately,
And the lord without booty returned,
And he sparks metal from the eyes
But his son suddenly smiled.

And the malice was forgotten,
As later the dragons themselves.
He was seized by business
For the good of the country and the crown.

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And wise children of fire,
Having changed scales on clothes,
We decided to elect for ourselves
The road of love and hope.

And if among the troubles and troubles,
Among the evil, fuss and sadness
You someone lit a light-
You met the dragon.


Alena Morgunovskaya

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Vladimir Kush Garden Of Eden

 

 

Paul Cézanne Apples

08/08/2017

Oleg Kalaytanov. Dancing two! About love!





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In the crowd all froze ... Are ...
And do not tear your eyes off!
Dancing two! About love!
Dancing is like not saying!

Touching bodies and hands ...
And the eye! One moment
And you can dance like a story,
Read ... Penetration
Into consciousness, in thought, in depth ...
All secret desires,
Go subcutaneously! All sparks!
Answer? "On the subconscious!"

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And what about? - Loses meaning ...
All the colors, faces are stains!
Only the heart knock. Movement. Rhythm.
A premonition of a flash! It's bright!
The awkwardness of the first "pas" left.
All in unison movement!
Merged in one, He and She ...
And the lightness of the bodies ... The glide ...

Everyone froze around ... Stand ...
And do not tear your eyes off!
Dancing two! About love!
Dancing is like not saying!

Tamara Stepanova

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The author of the work is Oleg Kalaytanov.

Kalaytanov Oleg Nikolayevich Was born on January 6, 1969 in the city of Stavropol
In 1987 he entered the Stavropol Art College, which he graduated with a gold medal in 1991.
With all the variety of genres and themes that Oleg Kalaytanov develops in his works, they always see his unique author's style, which is expressed in close attention to the picturesque and textural features. He is one of the few painters who are fluent in both brush and palette knife.
However, the brightest facet of his mastery is the freedom and power of coloristic decisions, always fresh and unexpected.
Whatever he wrote: a mountain landscape or a bouquet of flowers, formal decorative things or full-scale etudes, it always attracts the possibility of creating a complex and multivalued color suite that does not leave the viewer indifferent.
Oleg Kalaytanov is a member of the Union of Artists of Russia, participant of many regional exhibitions in Stavropol, but mostly in St. Petersburg.
Many works are in private galleries in Germany and France. As a hobby is engaged in the design of the spatial and structural environment, interiors.

by Howard Behrens paintings for sale

 

06/08/2017

Vjugova Rimma Everything feeds the soul





The artist's website is called "Everything feeds the soul."
Look, in my opinion this is still true!

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Awakening

Sonnet

God enters into beings, like the sun through a window,
When it gets beyond the horizon.
Let's open the curtain, we all have to shine,
To be burning, to love, to be part of the pattern.

The fire of attentive eyes will not be extinguished,
The brilliance of what is fated is inexhaustible.
The face of the sun revolts in an impersonal outlook,
And the whole different world binds it into one.

Mist turning into torn clouds,
The current of the fiery strips touched the high mountains,
And in the depths of the valleys, glowing, they look stupid.

There is a gentle dream of gardens, there is a blue light of lakes,
And the awakening of the senses, unconsciously powerful,
Drain the noise of foliage into one long chorus.

Konstantin Balmont

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Pino paintings for sale


 

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