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EDB Paintings art 2014

  • Dianne Owen A drop of paint looked thoughtfully at the drawing ...


    A drop of paint looked thoughtfully at the drawing ...
    She knew that she was left alone ... that all her friends had long ago settled on paper ... took on bizarre forms, penetrated each other, dissolving in colorful patterns ... and waited for her ...
    She heard their voices, but could not decide ...
    "This way," thought Kaply, looking at the crack of the brown paint, which seemed to scream under the gusts of wind in the picture, and was ready to break .... And only a barely noticeable purple line kept her in place. - No. I do not need it here. "




    The drop looked a little higher, where the colors were fast, uneven strokes and were chaotically mixed, forming heavy long shadows and barely perceptible glimpses of light. There were a few colors and shades, and all of them, amplifying and complementing each other, sounded like rumbles of a nearby storm.
    "Br ..." The drop cringed. "Perhaps there's nothing for me to do there." - She firmly clung to the tip of the brush. "
    But at that moment someone's hand easily pushed it, and the Drop was just below the darkest, almost black clouds.
    The drop shrank ....



    But here, ... the tip of the brush lightly tickled it, and it spread out in all directions in thin rays, illuminating heavy, leaden clouds, dark olive greens and the trees, torn by the gusts of wind.
    "That's all. - thought Kaplya, and smiling happily, reached for the last, the furthest, darkest corner, and ... dropped a sun glare on the sheet that shone after the storm. "

    Elena Rudaya






    Vladimir Kush Jockey and a Horse


    Paul Cézanne A Turn on the Road at Roche-RuyonA Turn in the Road

  • Doronina Tatiana. How do we hear the world - so it will respond in us ...


    Unexpected joy in every day:
    How do we hear the world - so it will respond in us ...
    Black in the depths of the old well,
    But a light fontanel runs at the bottom.
    At the cost of terrible me
    Through the thickness of the black waters it is noticeable ...
    How do you hear the world - so he will answer you:
    Unexpected joy in every day.

    Larisa Patrakova







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  • Paul Hedley Spanish Holidays

    La vida es para vivirla, no para sufrirla!
    Life is not for suffering, but for enjoyment - such a Spanish proverb is.
    And that's how they live.
    It seems that the Spaniards never think about tomorrow, but simply enjoy every moment of life.
    I wish you the same!


    Spanish holidays ...

    Cheerful, bright, dancing Malaga, heated by the tender sun of the Spanish Riviera and drunk from sweet wines.
    ...Heat! Warm air, warm relations, warmth in my soul ...
    ... blue with white sea lambs and flying curly clouds.
    ... thoughts fly after the clouds ... thoughts, dreams, and fantasies.
    ... relaxation, relaxation, communication, pleasure, laughter and puppy delight - next to your favorite people!
    And friendship does not get old! And you can immerse yourself in childhood and laugh to the point of becoming a child ... but not forgetting that you are a woman and with the edge of your eye noticing the interested looks of burning Italians.
    Oh, Donna! Il Tuo Sorriso Infanta!))
    Orthodox Easter in a Catholic country, the festival of Spanish cinema.
    Branch of the Russian Museum from St. Petersburg and the exhibition of Diaghilev ... Russian art comes to Malaga. And then the branch of the Center Georges Pompidou was right next door.
    ... Spain-life, movement ... flying, daring, lazy ... events, emotions, speed, stop ... everything!
    ¡Buenas trades, mis amigos! (Good afternoon, my friends!)
    Un Buen día Scienza con un café y sunrises. (A good day starts with coffee and a smile.)
    Flew on a new day! )))








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