... when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another ...

Elizabeth Mayville  


Alex Jackson

 The life that they gave us to live, we lived. 

 Pity those who wait with such patience... 

 Hanna Ilczyszyn, 'Girl with a Plant'


Becca Stadlander

 If I were fire, I'd burn the world away (...) 

 If I were water, I'd let it drown... 

Scott Bakal, 'Burn'


Cameron, 'Portrait of George Herms'


'Somnolence'


Bogusław Jagiełło






Laura Garcia Serventi


 Yuliya


Viola Tycz, 'Cleansing'








Cheuk Hiu Kwong


Paul Wonner, 'Door with a Mirror'








Jonny Ruzzo

 one as you were with your silence; 

 seeing your shadow grow and diminish, 

 lose itself in the other shadows, in the other 

 world that let you go yet held you back. 

 This sorrow that no one understand and that I love, 
 that I love through hatred and contempt for the human lie. 

Shohei Morimoto



 “Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt,  
 that you could feel the blood dripping?”  


Brian Rea 

 Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge  
 your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not  
 a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes  
 where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand  
 against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away  
 a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are  
 half water. If you can't go through an obstacle,  
 go around it. Water does. 




 ...sweeping the living room for sings of you... 


Ji Hyun Yu



1. and 3. excerpts from a poem by George Seferis
2. excerpts from a poem by Paul Violi
4. quote - Renzo Novatore
5. quote - Lady Gaga
6. quote - Margaret Atwood
7. line - Paula Tatarunis   

le regard bleu

Evangelina Alciati




Paul Gauguin

Max Klinger


“For this freedom
I have given all I had
For this darkness
I gave my light
For this wisdom
I have lost my innocence
Take my petals
And cover me with the night” 


John Ferguson Weir


Ferdinand du Puigaudeau


Michael Klein

And did not know myself what feast I kept   

—till I said your name. At once all plenty was.

It is the words starve us, the act that feeds.   

The air trembling with the white wicks   

of its falling encloses us. To be

perfect, I suppose, we must be brief.   

The long thing is to remember

imperfectly, dirtying with gratitude

the grave of abundance.

Stephen Mackey


Edward John Poynter (detail)


Xi Pan


David Galchutt


Victoria Kalaichi


Paul Gauguin


Ivan Olinsky


Iryna Yermolova


Helen Galloway McNicoll


Edouard Vuillard


Spencer Gore


Peder Severin Krøyer


Stanislav Zhukovsky

The blue look 
We know through hearsay that love exists. 
(...)
eyes fixed on a rectangle of white paper, we dream of estuaries, tumultuous surf, 
clearing weather and tides. We listen to the inexhaustible chant of the sea within us, 
as it rises and falls in our heads, like the approach and retreat of the strange desire 
we have for heaven, for love, and all that we cannot touch with our hands. 


Zbigniew Pronaszko

At a corner of the ordinary.

Where is she now? Instantly nothing.

A penury after flower-strew. Nothing.

A feast of glimpses. Not fact itself,

but an idea of the possible in the fact.

Vincent Van Gogh


Catherine Nolin

Do Fournier

title  - Jean-Michel Maulpoix
1. line - Emilie Autumn
2.&4. - excerpts from a poem of John Ciardi  
3. excerpt from a poem by   Jean-Michel Maulpoix