Meeting Benches World art in all forms

JACEK YERKA 1/2 – Jacek Yerka is a Polish surrealist painter that was born into an artistic family. What he paints not only speaks to the curiosity of our eyes, but calls for emotional responses, from the bottom of each viewer. As a child, he loved to draw and make sculptures, creating and exploring his own world, which resulted in …

When your geographical horizon extends – for business or pleasure – you have the wonderful opportunity to hear you inside, like the perfectly proportioned man (created by Leonardo da Vinci), correlating the symmetry of human anatomy to the symmetry of the universe. What you see, hear, eat and feel, it’s all inside the Vitruvian approach to life.                                                                                                A lively town …

When your geographical horizon extends – for business or pleasure – you have the wonderful opportunity to hear you inside, like the perfectly proportioned man (created by Leonardo da Vinci), correlating the symmetry of human anatomy to the symmetry of the universe. What you see, hear, eat and feel, it’s all inside the Vitruvian approach to life. Guest rooms and …

OBSESSION I photograph, I crave, I cut, I paste, I drawing, I write.                                                        I have to stop time! I want to capture the world!                                                                     I have to imprison the emotions!                                                                                               In order to free myself. (Olga Celuch)  

When your geographical horizon extends – for business or pleasure – you have the wonderful opportunity to hear you inside, like the perfectly proportioned man (created by Leonardo da Vinci), correlating the symmetry of human anatomy to the symmetry of the universe. What you see, hear, eat and feel, it’s all inside the Vitruvian approach to life. The music is …

ALL A brazen word and swollen with self-importance. It should be written in quotation marks. He pretends not to leave anything out, to concentrate, include, contain and take. But it is only a shred storm. (Wislawa Szymborska) http://www.amazon.com/Poems-New-Collected-Wislawa-Szymborska/dp/0156011468/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

BETWEEN THE HEART AND A MAPLE LEAF Between the heart and a maple leaf there is a thread, along which the thought walking barefoot, and after its passage, or before his arrival, dance on the golden thread the wasp and horsefly. The stout fly and wasp in her brindle coat; they are a little ugly, but you can take it …

The Doll contains many subtle literary allusions, as well as references to contemporary Polish and European history and politics. The Doll, will contribute to a deeper understanding of the culture and history of countries which, since the opening of iron curtain, have been coming closer to us in many other ways. The city of Warsaw (under Russian rule in the …

ERIK JOHANSSON 1/2 – Erik Johansson was born on a day in April of 1985. He is a Swedish artist and photographer, who realized his initial idea by combining several photos in unusual ways, in order to create a realistic image but contains logical inconsistencies that give a surrealist effect. Some of his works are the result of the combination …

HERMAN WAHLBERG 1/2 – He was born in Stockholm, one day in February of 1834. His father also was a painter. After receiving preparatory education at the Royal Swedish Academy of Arts, he moved to Düsseldorf, to train to paint. He returned to Stockholm, then moved to Paris, where his art collecting critical acclaim. HERMAN WAHLBERG 2/2 – He started …

ONE MORNING IN SWEDEN Morning, the wind blew, the flags waving and tended the area, there was ice under the white birches. Then passes someone dressed in black, walking with heavy steps, as if to go very far. The empty spontaneous road rises to a slope where he starts. Of course I knew him, I could tell him, and all …

THAT COOL GREEN STRIP That cold green strip, which was the morning had nothing in common with us. And the smoke from the chimneys, rising solemnly, straight up. In some god who loved, these vertical movements. And the crunch under your feet! Oh this indescribable crunch: no one can get not heard, that was for sure. And the suspicion that …

LIFE Life flows through my time, and I, an unshaven face, where wrinkles are deep, I analyze the traces. Thoughts like cattle, advancing on the road to drink, lost summers back, one by one, deep as the sky is the melancholy, the sedge plant that was, and then the clouds rolled over white, yet I know that everything is the …