These days, working on old photos, old drawings, old paintings. Making order, everything seems a chaos around me, at my place where I work, at my table at my head. Not really much inspiration but the...
acrylic28x38 cm.Two days ago I finaly found the right peace and moment to create this painting. The proccess was interesting and relaxing, and it started to be like a great gray cloud that slowly too...
Im lost in art. Lost in collages these days. Lost in old photos from my family and not. Lost in my past, in acrylics, in glue. Lost in a little world, and its beautiful to me.
from my "saints...."seethe complete sequenece pusblished at adirty job magazine.
Lately Im not much into words. I also have been quiet and not posting too much.This always happens when I get totally inside something that keeps me concentrated in a specific thing. Im totally now i...
Mi conciencia y Yoacrylic on canvas50 x50 cm.
Afuera hay sol.No es más que un solpero los hombres lo mirany después cantan.Yo no sé del sol.Yo sé la melodía del ángely el sermón calientedel último viento.Sé gritar hasta el albacuando la muerte s...
We are just travelling in cirlces, but when will we go to our destiny? I think I lost my faith.
And here we are, starting November, breathing the plenity of the Autumn. Cold has changed, also the colors of the nature, also the colors of my soul. Seems like my body becomes one with the sky, with...
Self portrait with my Sacred Heart in hand.mixed media on paper.
acrylic on cardboard25x33 cm.she is very beautiful inside. trust me.
y me remuerde la conciencia, me sangra la herida que permanece abierta, en el vientre, en las entranas, enmaranada, dolida, molida, corregida, muerta, que sangra, en la vida, en el silencio, rodeada ...
some memories can be written with black ink. some others with white.after a year, I suddenly remembered some strange things.that happened at October.
buio. oscurità. stelle. notte. fiori bianchi. merletto. pioggia. silenzio. freddo. autunno. alberi. nuvole. i rami . apettano.la luce. guardare. il cielo. vestito. di stelle. che brillano. e piangono...
Quize borrar ese nombre de mi lista de pecados cometidos,mientras se enmaranaban mis cèlulas en el caos de mis delirios.Nada como tu silencio encima de mi ruido.como los horizontes sin sentido y los ...
Theres so much poetry in your namewhen I whisperin my nights and I spellevery word that compose your geometry...and my hands,full of hopetry to hold those uncertain voices that we hearcoming to us.Cr...
from my dark and sacred paradise, where I still being the dark queen.between my wolves and my owls, and silent angels whispering my loved sad poetry.
Ages without touching this blog. Is not easy to start writing again after many months, but this time I let my images talk instead of me.. is not difficult to guess,,, yes I love nature, I love the wo...
jan 1stThe old country house.how many stories I can invent watching that place. Cold, clear sky, calm, just the perfect afternoon. I can be abssent for a while, I can dissapear, and come to life agai...
Walking to the light, to a new wave. slowly., carefully, with opened senses and opened heart.I dont know what is waiting for me or for us after we cross the door, but I hope it will be wonderful and ...
You use tu jump in silencefrom one dream to other,from a tiny nightmare to other,you sleep while the others work into their dreamsyou are awake while the rest are sleepingis the night your best frien...
Fotografie di Alexandra Plibernik(Emily Owl) & Edvard Frank Iside Arte Galleria ItineranteTrieste
I don delete the past, cause the past makes me what I am today. And life keeps going on. And I can smile today.
Dont be afraid if I tell you that I have no faceThat I have been loosing part of my identity sincethe moment you fucked my blood.Im becoming just the mirror of a ghost.I write letters to nobody hopin...
Ocèanos de distancia entre la negrura de dos sombrasque calladas se consumen ante una nueva luz.las olas...los colores vagos ya no importancuando dentro puede verse mas allà de todo colorido,màs alla...
.....and through my window I see nothing,just some ghosts, ,, the old wall,golden feathers falling slowly like silent birds.the rain drops,the gray cold wind,,,,,I see nothing, just some words dancin...
well is not new, but is new....self portrait holding an spiritual entity.acrylic.
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