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St. Vitus Cathedral, Prague

 

 

Colosso dell’Appennino in the Parco Mediceo di Pratolin near Florence, Giambologna (1580)

 

 

INDIA - Inside the Taj Mahal

 

 

Louise Bourgeois, Do Not Abandon Me

 

 

Cristofano Allori - La Fortuna.
 

 

 
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights | Edvard Munch, Eye in Eye, 1894

 

Garden of Love, 1500, Israhel van Meckenem
 

 

Maenads in a Wood, 1879, Gustave Doré
 

 

 
Ericka Lugo

 

Χρωματιστή ανθρώπινη μοναξιά...

 
My art bears no epic motifs insofar as all ontological displays of instances are mere illusions in my opinion. Only the settlements by their oracular purpose and the core embodiments of objects and human beings entail abysmal movements and life. So much the better figuratively assuming that from these embodiments a jester emerges who performs or clumsily juggles with a spoon! However, this overrides the painter’s intent. This occured likewise in regards to the portraits that I have lately been painting. They come solely from within.
I paint revelations and neither of them resembles another. Therefore, I have finally redeemed myself from the obsession of collapsing into Mannerism.
Apart from this, what abides is the joy that I have released myself from the genetic message.

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Simply amazed...

 

Faust’s Dream ,Luis Ricardo Falero