“We have swayed from our road to such extent, that we are probably on the right track” – Fernando Pessoa (The Book of Disquiet) To paint with thoughts is to possess the colors of sensation so intense that the daybreak they create abstracts new worlds. The gaze thus becomes an eyepiece of unutterable landscape of […]
Nature has not always existed. It is not found in the depths of the forest, in the heart of the cougar or in the songs of the pygmies; it is found in the philosophies and image constructions of civilized human beings. Seemingly contradictory strands are woven together creating nature as an ideological construct that serves […]
Neighing of the horses breaks the morning silence. The wet clouds of heat from Astor`s nostrils colide with morning frost and turn into tiny, shiny, barely visible drops. Foggy curtain lifts, floating, slowly, inequally, and warbling above silent, waste and frozen plough fields. The clump of Astor`s hoofs, on clods of ground hard as stone […]