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Few more painted pebbles

In abstract, acrylic, art, beach, color, crafts, drawing, взаимоотношения, мои рисунки, отношения, политика, ethics, folk art, good life, Human-made, mixed media, my artworks, творчество, painting, pattern, pen, pen and ink, people, philosophy, politics, relationship on February 16, 2013 at 11:52


Live for humanity pebble

In acrylic, art, crafts, взаимоотношения, мораль, отношения, folk art, good life, my artworks, pen, pen and ink on February 15, 2013 at 14:06

Just finished, just sold. Thank you,  Florence!


In Uncategorized on August 29, 2012 at 07:56

A humanist is someone who does the right thing even though she knows that no one is watching

Dick McMahan, New York humanist, 2004

In Uncategorized on June 22, 2012 at 13:29

On the front: The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters (El sueño de la razón produce monstruos) in English, Spanish and Russian languages. Originally a title of an etching made by the Spanish painter and printmaker Francisco Goya. Etched between 1797–1799. On the back: “Dare to use your own intelligence! This is the battle-cry of the Enlightenment…” by Immanuel Kant – in English and Russian. For free-thinking people who share the views of Christopher Hitchens that we need a New Enlightement.

In Uncategorized on August 30, 2011 at 07:09

The scenes of our life are like pictures in rough mosaic: looked at closely, they produce no effect. There is nothing beautiful to be found in them, unless you stand some distance away.

So, to gain anything we have longed for is only to discover how vain and empty it is; and even though we are always living in expectation of better things, at the same time we often repent and log to have the past back again.

We look upon the present as something to be endured while it lasts. Hence most people, if they glance back when they come to the end of life, will find that all along they have not been living, but merely waiting to live; they will be surprised to find that the very thing they disregarded and allowed to pass them by unenjoyed, was the life they were expecting.

A.C. Grayling  (The Good Book – Lamentations 1-8)

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