05/11/2014
Yo - ho - ho pirate! Artiste - illustrateur Don Maitz
Au cours de sa carrière de trente ans dans l'art de Don Maitz créé des peintures qui ont frappé le public partout dans le monde qui ne sont pas de romance étranger, mer, aventure. L'ambiance et les détails dans les œuvres de l'artiste ainsi que de motiver et divertir le spectateur.
Don Maitz a illustré des livres d'Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Caroline cerise, et parfois son artiste de femme et écrivain clients Janny Wurts.ego étaient Raymond Feist, Alan Dean Foster, Stephen King, Michael Moorcock. Il a travaillé comme un peintre - conceptualiste pour deux longs métrages. Don Maitz est membre de l'American Society of Marine Artists (ASMA). Vit et travaille l'artiste - illustrateur à Sarasota, en Floride.
En mer déchaînée
Nous marchons ici et là
Et non, nous ne demandons pas
Lors d'une visite.
Et au-dessus de nous - le drapeau noir,
Et sur le drapeau - panneau blanc:
Le squelette humain
Et les os!
En mer déchaînée
Est-ce que nos navires,
Tout ce que la mer nous donne,
Diviser de moitié!
Yo ho ho!
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03/11/2014
Arunas Rutkus. Through painter behold .......
See the beauty of your eyes, the beauty of doing with his hands.
(Ravil Aleev)
My eyes, as a painter, recreated
In my heart your beautiful portrait;
And the camp he was my framing,
And everything in it is true: the perspective, color ...
Through painter behold, and his image,
That he so skillfully able to create,
In my chest otyschesh - in the workshop,
Where windows - clean your eyes.
Now, see, that make the eyes:
My - portrait, your - I box in the chest;
And the sun through them to the wonderful SPAR
Finds pleasure to look at.
Though quite eye art, but
See through the eyes of the soul is not given.
William Shakespeare. sonnet 24
Arunas Rutkus born September 19, 1961 in Vilnius, Lithuania.
He graduated from Vilnius Art Institute, Department of - fresco, mosaic and stained glass.
He currently lives and works in Vilnius.
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Rachel Bullock. I wind .....
I - the wind.
I'm weak. I - only motion
Invisible lung air flow
In an effort leaves - my reflection,
In flight minutes
As you move,
Gliding clouds in the sky high.
I - the wind.
I am looking for you. Where are you, well, where is it?
I need you - easy one, the affectionate and bright.
Touches you, I quietly and gently,
To many, I'm so touched - yes, sinful.
Do you want to - judge. What's the use?
I - the wind.
I - the wind.
Open house windows and doors,
And I'll walk a shadow behind you,
I do not buy, not sell, can not be measured,
And do not even taste it, so can you believe,
I - air. I'm not even a penny.
I - the wind.
I'm blind. I break trees
And the roof and walls - I had not noticed them.
With me - storm gusts, Eclipse,
And make no mistake, coming repetitions
Do you want to - I'm sorry. What's the use?
I - the wind.
I - is free.
Lend me more palms
I'll have to dance strange dances,
But do not close them. Understand and remember
I - the wind. Always follow you in the pursuit,
But there is a closed space .........
@ Gregory Greene
Rachel Bullock
artist working in mixed media
- Charcoal, chalk, acrylic paint.
Unfortunately no longer any information on the website of the artist is not.
Rachel Bullock
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