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18/04/2015

Steve Hanks | I'll take you on a deserted beach, where there is no one - just you and me ...

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Steve Hanks | I'll take you on a deserted beach, where there is no one - just you and me ...


I'll take you on a deserted beach, where there is no one - just you and me, where the blue-green water - right in front of us, at a glance ... where the waves gently rolled on the rocky shore, bring with them a light lather, leaving it around rocks, come back in his element ....

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Andreev Alex - Ocean Song

We will sit with you on the beach and look into the distance on the water - where it goes into the sky, and where, merging with it, becomes one ... one color. We'll be watching the waves slowly approach us and move away, and occasionally flies past seagull cry out softly, uttering a quiet, calling cry, letting us know that he sees us ... Well, let them see!

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 It will be so good together ... You hug me by the shoulders and prizhmёsh to his tight ... I'll softly whisper sweet words ... just touching my lips and ear hair. The sound of waves, suddenly the envy of your whisper, caress my ears, try to divert my attention from you. But he will not succeed - I'll only hear your words ... The warm breeze envelops me with his light breath, gently touching my skin and caressing her ... I will be calm and light ... and suddenly I realize that this is not the wind and you ... I close my eyes and happy smile ...
? Copyright: Irene Levine "Pleasure"

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sea ??... Do the world something beautiful? Places - such a pure, greenish-bluish, with bottom, which can be seen even standing in his neck in water, and in some places - slightly hazy, with translucent algae, unpleasant concerning the toes and legs ... How happy it is us in the summer, as drawn to imagine how beckoned no matter what! It was possible to go far from the shore, not even fearing that drown because at certain beaches it was the same depth - you go, you go ... and you still water up to his chest. What a pleasure it was to be in the water, feeling her soft, gentle touch and feeling its salty taste, and later, Having dried in the sun, to see how all over the body with white spots emerges salt.

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In summer you can sit without getting tired on the shore facing the sea, closing his eyes and whispering waves and listening to the melody of the sea - different every time, to inhale the familiar scent, substitute your face refreshing wind-pranksters dream ... How cool! I still remember the smell of the sea - such an unusual and unique - the smell of hot sand, fish, oil, space - all at once! All mixed in the air, and intertwined into one smell that can easily be distinguished from the others.

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It's like love your loved one for what it is - with its positive and negative sides, taking him and his character as a whole, without separating from one another, without trying to see only the good and close your eyes to the shortcomings. This is - as the love of a man - I know that not everything is perfect in it, but I love ... and love of the sea ...

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Maybe then we can understand .. hear the noise of the waves of the native sea smell .. .. .. forget to close your eyes ... and feel like there ...
? Copyright: Irene Levine "Memories of the Sea" (optional)

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15/04/2015

Victor Sheleg - that elusive moment

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Victor Sheleg - that elusive moment

 

 

 

"He always wanted to, and I will strive to express on canvas that elusive moment which is called emotion. The ratio of colors, little nuances, and that the audience will not even notice it is a complex process that fascinates me. And the female characters in the pictures - the material that attracts more people and which I feel is best. Him and do "

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  Victor Sheleg

 

Victor Sheleg was born in 1962 in Lomonosov near Leningrad. At the age of three years old his parents moved to Latvia. Childhood and adolescence spent in Liepaja. Profession artist mastered independently, art education at Shelega not "draw a lifetime - so probably himself and determined." Paints in oils with 12 years. In 1993 he first exhibited in Liepaja. In 1994, his debut solo exhibition in the gallery ARS Moderna in Riga, presenting to the public a "new direction in visual art," which he called "expressive synthesis". Had lived and worked in the Czech Republic and Spain. Exhibition of works Shelega were held in Russia, France, Finland, Australia and the United States. Uses mixed media. And a lot of fun to work with watercolors. Known for its numerous and diverse images of women.

 

 

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  ? Viktor Sheleg www.sheleg-gallery.com

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Oil and acrylic on canvas

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Hello my light!
Hello.
Did you say something too sad ...
Although the sad
She's origin.
She - and wisdom.
And the executioner.
When rozhdaemsya-
That izdaёm only crying.
Laugh, your age living.
And at sunset - we are sad ...
Passing grust-
others
She knew the true price.
So smile,
my dear!

Let it be hard
each step.
Let head-
uplift proudly!
Only us
sounding chords.
And next - each.
And broken - the enemy.
And the defeat of not knowing
We are drowning.
Solid Rising
On machte-
his
last
flag!

(Andrew Novichenko)

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I do not want and will not ..
Do not look at me as if
I have to work a miracle.

I do not want and will not.

We have become a family for years,
And strangers in one minute.
As a thing out of fashion,
Abandoned, but do not forget.

Do not look at me like a book,
Read to cover.
Expect a knife in the back,
When someone looks like this.

Collect all of your "do not give up,"
And do not come anymore.
So it will be much easier.
Do not come.
 
Stella Encheva
 

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13/04/2015

Old things. (Irina Degtyareva) and Reinhold Lilie.

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Old things. (Irina Degtyareva) and Reinhold Lilie.

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Celtic Aires and Ballads ... - Charm


Books like - battered,
Old buildings abandoned ...
Haze veiled times
Unbidden memories.

New things - soulless,
And the old - who can keep
Carefully per host.
Even long-dead ...
Irina Degtyareva (DIV)

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Reinhold Lilie was born in 1957 in Wismar.
A painter self-taught.
Reinhold Lilie winner and winner of art competitions
-Choose Yearbook 2010 - 2011 (Visionary Art Gallery)
Main Theme: Still Life (real, surreal)
Technique: Oil on canvas