24/01/2015

Artist Ahmad Haraji. Light and shadow - his inspiration.

 

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Disney Prints

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Iranian artist Ahmad Haraji was born in 1969 in the ancient city of Boroujerd, in western Iran. Draws from 14 years of age. His first teacher was one of the greatest artists - realists Iran Rahim Navehsi. At age 18, he entered the Academy of Fine Arts in Tehran, the Faculty of Graphic Design. During the second year he began to teach at the same academy. After graduation, attended courses in illustration, at the same academy. He worked with several art galleries. It was a good time to improve their technique. Since 2000, lives and works in the Netherlands, in 2006, graduated from the Higher Art Academy Minerva in Groningen.
Adolphe Bouguereau, Werner Weber - favorite artist. Light and shadow - his inspiration.

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The great Russian artist Ivan Repin jokingly said that he was only "puts the right tone at the right place." This brief statement very accurately conveys the essence of the art of painting.

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Disney Prints ace of spades 8 x 12 Inch

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23/01/2015

A man and a woman sun and clouds. Tomasz Rut



Tomasz Rut

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Man and Woman - sun and clouds
Charming and mysterious moment dream
But only the joy of the saint received
Only those who Love and infatuated.

Men and women, as it is cute,
Only two of the heart that are merged into one,
And the sweet honey of life drunk,
Giving heart to award only the wine of Paradise. Men and women dance of sorrow,
Parting moments and encounters a series,
Everything for which we met each other,
In order not to leave have never been.

Men and women, the fate plexus
Divine dream that is given only once,
Enchanting world full of sadness autumn
And light a fire that is not extinguished.

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Man and woman - life sanctuary,
Heavenly secret that is hidden from the eyes,
Tear drop of wax hardens like
In that hour comes as parting hour. Man and woman - bright soul,
Two small world, so intertwined,
And the sacred ties shall never be destroyed,
When these feelings are woven into dreams.

Men and women, as well as before,
Love can not ever lose
Their souls suddenly withdraw from sadness clothing
And the joy of love oblachatsya again.


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 Disney Prints A Perfect Yellow Rose

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22/01/2015

Remaining in childhood, Moscow courtyard! Philip V. Kubarev




Remaining in childhood, Moscow courtyard! Philip V. Kubarev

Kubarev Philip V. was born in 1969.g in Moscow. In 1987. graduated from the Moscow Art School at the Moscow State Art Institute. Surikov. In 1991 - 1993 he. studied at the Krasnoyarsk State Art Institute. In 1998. graduated from the Moscow State Art Institute. Surikov. Member of the Moscow Union of Artists. Member of more than a hundred national and Moscow exhibitions.
His works are in many private collections. The main tema- cityscape.

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Blanc de la Noir



Moscow routes, routes friends
Zasyadu in "bukashechku" Makhno at random.
A circle wide, rings gardens.
In the streets of narrow curl up on the Arbat.
Green boulevards yes patios old
Legends of the capital, lilac look.
Plyushchikha three poplars, your eyes are brown
At the station's conduct ploschadb me.
Pr.
The train from Moscow
I'll go, I'll go nowhere, oo-oo-oo.
Where can hear the cry of an owl,
Where freezes in puddles melt water, yes-let.
Moscow routes, routes known
Girls risible - eyes fireflies.
Cutting sausage, fresh baranochki,
Scarves, beretochki, knocking heels.
Pr.
Moscow routes, routes central
But increasingly attracts forest grass
Land reckless, communal land
Remaining in my childhood city of Moscow
Ta-da-dai-da-da-da-da ...

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Driving off intrusive thoughts,
I mean, in spite of all thoughts,
Through geranium twisted leaves,
I look at my Moscow court.

Outside the window, the idyll dawn,
Dog tracks in the snow pack,
And former times sign -
On a rope hung carpet.

Before him, the broom rose, janitor -
What prehistoric executioner -
Stares as "Moscow Yard"
Woven on the carpet a cunning workman.

Yard one else will repeat itself,
How matryoshka that you opened.
Drying on the rope old courtyard
In the modern courtyard of Moscow.

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Peering into the tapestry thread
Days since I heard voices.
Escaped oblivion and decay
Patio that too lazy to write.

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