mypaintings2014

 

Il ya bien longtemps dans les temps anciens Dieu a demandé aux anges, "où se cacher le secret de la vie?". Un ange a offert de cacher au fond de la mer secret. Dieu a dit: «Ce serait trop facile. Il viendra un jour où ils arrivent à l'océan le plus profond et mer oplyvut tous."

Alors, les Anges offerts pour cacher les secrets de la vie dans la Terre-Mère. Dieu dit: «Et ce serait trop facile. Un jour, ils contourner toute la lumière et à la pelle toute la terre." Après un moment de silence anges offerts à cacher sur le dessus de la plus haute montagne.

Dieu a dit: «Le jour viendra, et ils prendront sur toutes les montagnes du monde." Si le secret de la vie ne peut être cachée ou dans la mer ou dans la Mère Terre ou dans les montagnes, où il est possible de le cacher? Peut-être sur une étoile?

Après un court silence, Dieu a dit: «Les gens aux quatre coins du monde, dans les mers les plus profondes et les plus hautes montagnes, et les étoiles nous connaître avant, donc mystère de la vie doit être cachée en eux."

Artiste Alexander Pavlenko

by Maurice Prendergast paintings

 

 

 

         He came to me - like a visit,

        Bread - I solo all.

         I of course: Milo - please

         Well, he is a gentleman sat down ....

 

 

 

 

 

 

Princess Diaries IV

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sergei Utkin was born in 1957 in Lips, Perm oblast.V1977 graduated from art school in Moscow memory 1905 C 2004 is the Union of Designers of Russia. Currently works in the city of Grodno. By Sergey are in private collections in Russia, Belarus, USA, Germany and France.

by fabian perez paintings

 

 

Friday blinks, pigeons slowly stomp on sidewalks, in moist air froze indecision. Want something fresh, invigorating and penetration. And certainly cozy.

And all this in one word - France.

Croissants, cafe, bridge, low, throaty voice with trills wraparound "p-p-p ...", the romance of narrow streets and large squares, mutiny little people with huge showers ... So you want to wave back without looking, straight from the carotid Friday in vigorous-p-ryaschuyu vendr r-redi!

 

 

 

 

 

I resigned from the dry rocks my house

To prefer the kittens was my home,

And the mice became too sweet my house

To pigeon grain found in it,

That the sun schurilos there over all angles,

When it is my home,

To the kids play in it,

With whom -

With anyone,

With cheerful draft,

And that joy was in my house all.

 

Without a roof and it's fire, my house,

And without you, without me, my home,

And no it's servants, and asked the gentlemen in it,

And quite the contrary therein,

No items No, no there is no fear, no walls,

No weapons or threats

Neither captured,

And neither relics nor religion will find in it -

That's why he's so good, my house.

 

Andre Freneau

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life compose passing

spring rain - and in a way;

life - a breeze hundred promises

impracticable and path

hundred daring and defeats,

and again the movement, and the wind, and the life

so affectionate, if he wants.

 

Andre Freneau

 

 

Artist from France Maria - Claire Houmeau