Monday 2 December 2013

tender green






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9 comments:

  1. ein wunderschönes bild, so viel reinheit und freude vermittelnd... ich wünsche dir einen schönen guten tag und schicke liebe gedanken der freundschaft! renée :-)

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    1. und ich laechle Dir zurueck, meine Liebe, und bin wie immer gluecklich, Dich hier zu finden :-)

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  2. Oh, this is priceless: green and clayey red--i must compliment you on your complementary colors (not that i can see them, being color blind, but i know that you nevertheless persist in using dazzling colors in the forlorn hope that it may cure what is commonly thought of as incurable). Sorry for the epexegesis.

    Notice the similarity between compliment and complement. This is another nail in the coffin (he knows many dead metaphors--oh sorry, i've done it again) for the English language. Switching to Polish is sounding better and better. Do you know where i can get tapes? i'm a quick study. Polish 101, anything.

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    1. yes, she has this Don Quixotesque Ambition :-) and of course an endless love for dead metaphors, almost as intense as her love for tender green and clay :-)

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  3. This is fresh air blowing, unexpectedly, as, absurdly, the rain pauses and it is as though time had stopped. No imposed precisions, no grey and weeping skies. The ceramics - the whole - transformed by being untransformed, as they are in other mosaics you have made of them - as observers at the base of one of the less famous trees in Eden, perhaps? (-:

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    1. only that i am not the creator of this mosaic, i only took the photograph, in a pottery exhibition - each artist had also used the vases to create spontaneous ikebana-works, it was all so wonderful
      (as are your words here)

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  4. beautiful-the stone and the ephemeral evergreen signature.
    hugs and love to you my beautiful friend.

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  5. and I love your title the leaves are so much more tender across the stone.it reminds me of this sculpture, we have so few in the streets. where large cuts of granite rock were brought in from the province of quebec-it is so rare that we have sculptures in our streets.and at the top grew a little tender pine.

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  6. da,tender:) la fel cum nu ne uita albastrul,nu cred sa ne uite nici verdele,nu,aparand din...pamant, aparand ca ceva care e mereu gata sa musteasca,sa se infasoare,sa ne spuna ceva despre nesfarsit.
    uneori,nu as avea nevoie decat sa vad aceasta mladita verde...

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