Victor Mineev \ ... What meanwhile did time?

The Lord of Time


... What meanwhile did time?
Listened first.
Then to him, apparently,
I'm tired of my person,
And it began to search,
What else to do.
Scratched on the wall of the landscape,
Glanced in the kitchen in the pan,
I whispered about something with moss
On roof tiles
And all night until morning
Hiding among the rain drops.
In the morning, when the sun rose,
Time did not calm down.
This is probably it
In the cloudless sky, she laughed.
And of course, this is it
He whistled in the forest more often.
Vladimir Kush Eclipse
Eugene Gilvík

Ship of Fools

IN THE WORKSHOP ILLUSTRATED

Late compliment

Dialog

Demonstration

WALK UNDER THE RAIN

Rainy evening

And it was snowing

EASY CHEESE

Quiet life

INITIATIVE



Life is Beautiful

Landscape with a red chair

LOGISTICS OF ABSURD

PHILOSOPHY OF JAPANESE AUTOMOBILE ASSEMBLY

RISE OF GNOMS

THREE KIDS

ATTRACTION OF UNSOLVED SPEED

Dance of mechanical dolls

Mirage

Lost heaven

Aivis Ilsters. Rhythmic curls are slid on both the water and the height ...

Arabesque

The elusive grace of the seal
In a smile, in every expression.
Already ready to start the brush!
As a breeze - the line of movement.
Canvas shining surface
So concise,
Soft tension
Marshmallows blowing, and lightweight fabric take off.
Rhythmic swirls slip
And on the water, and in the sky,
In a streaked wave.







And that of the details of the conjugation,
And that in all geometrical order,
Which his capricious game
And the wind will help by chance,
When, fluttering, multiplies
Flowers, and birds, and a butterfly swarm.
And on the canvas, in space, unbreakable,
From the dance lines are born,
Dancing companions of spring
To the joy of the cherubim
And seraphim,
Whose choirs are from the height
Calling for prayer
The Gregorian archangel's right hand,
And fragile grace print
In a smile, in every expression,
And as a breath - a line of movement,
And the canvas glittering smooth surface,
And the same rhythm and sense of proportion
In the transparent pale nakedness of Venus.

Rafael Alberti (c)

Royo paintings for sale

Kaija Aittamaa \ Man to dog friend!

...It was so.
Dear old, looking at these same star flashes,
Quietly went to the primitive village
In hides, a hunter and a dog are half wild.
The forest is not terrible to them, because there are two of them!
They unite each other believing,
To protect yourself from the wolf howl,
The human being and the likeness of the beast .....
Time flows, views change,
Someone not intelligent said that it is harmful,
Dog to the battery dragged grenades
And he protected me from the bear.
I will be in debt to him forever
And do not understand those who think differently,
What a man to become humane
Devotion must be seen as a dog!
How I want, that in the coming century,
Just like we, amid the autumn gloom
We walked along the path under the constellation here
Two friends - a man and a dog.

Author: Н.О