Alison Dunlop.

 

 

Born in Canada in 1958.

 

She graduated with honors from the British Academy of Fine Arts, University of Guelph in 1980, she studied at L'Ecole des Beaux-Arts and L'Universite de Franche-Comte, Besancon, Frantsiya.V currently lives in Scotland and is the founder of the Society of Scottish Artists (ESSA)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lunares Negros II

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALISON DUNLOP

by fabian perez paintings

Marcos Damascena. Woman? Africa!

 

 

 

Was almost night ............... without warning, on the stage, African dancers.

Words can not convey ............. how they moved, how they were wild, unbridled passion ...

The entire room - literally froze. Men instantly narrowed his eyes and nostrils flared, becoming

to predators in women woke lioness and a panther in the air was thick, musky and some animal atmosphere. The palms were damp, knees involuntarily clenched stomachs ached sweetly, and his throat spasm ...

 

 

You smell like musk, concubine savanna

And the skin color of the dark night,

Her resilience shёlkovost and spice -

Tempt and tease the fatal passion.

 

You sin - danger and desire,

And the night with you - always the last fight,

Hills breasts - that's the edge of the Promised Land,

A juicy womb - a sweet drink.

 

Always drunk, always ready to love

Stoke the fire in the failure of the eyes.

Did not you have been muzoyu Gumilev?

Not about you eh sad Hemingway?

 

And it is not about whether raved Gorodnizky

Joking that "the soul of Africa burned?"

* Sandstorm lash cauterize person

To Haskalah heart-hot.

 

Your love for the many daunting

But I know who to the last days,

Only one Almighty prosili-

Burn in hell desert sheets ...

 

I saw Africa very different, unique and intriguing. But remember it is a ... free. Passion and inaccessible. These women reminded us all (for some 10 minutes), that this continent - the cradle of mankind. They showed that it so well hidden in the depths of our genes.

The great power of art. The great mystery of Africa ...

Write godochkov in 2005, at the Lodge Serengeti in Tanzania ...

? Copyright: Inna Metel'skii 2011

 

 

 

Marcos Damascena was born in 1981 in Potions Bahia, Sao Paulo, where he began his career as an artist, studying with the biggest names in the visual arts. Lively drawing and model from Luis Alberto, in the Paulista Association of Fine Arts, color theory and anatomy of animals (especially horses) from the master Jorge Abraham Esteves.

"The artist creates, in form and color, scenic rhymes capable of transmitting the fullness of harmony and poetry." - Art Von Lauenstein Massarani.

 

Warm toys Irina Andreeva

 

 

 

"Why is his work I chose this material. At first it may not be entirely conscious .... Their texture color and aroma felt subjugated, forced to fall in love and it seems navsegda.On and supple and capricious. Never know for sure what will come as a result .."

 

 

Constant participant and winner of the International Festival of the author's textile doll "Eve's Rib" (Moscow). Pobelitel in the category "Textile History" (2005), in the category "Black and White"

Chartered member of the annual International exhibition of art dolls (Moscow) .Pobelitel in the "Rise" (2005). "The most touching work" (2005). "The best doll character" (2006)

Member of the 3rd Moscow International Trade Fair of dolls and teddy bears.

Member of the International Exhibition "Time Doll" (2009, St. Petersburg).

Winner of the "Exhibition of Russian artists copyright Bears" (2009, Moscow).

 

Works are sold in changing exhibitions in the Gallery Vahtanov Doll (Moscow). Are in private collections in Russia, UK, USA.

 

 

 

 

 

Hands if love felt, wool, regardless of the author. Before the work they lovingly runs, oshupyvaya material, enjoying the new meeting .. "Aroma" is not off-putting, and is the inspiration to shiver, and a distant memory of a childhood spent partly in the village, echoing the smell of my grandmother's house, cherry, and amazing goat Katka, meandering river in the gully, many strawberry hills, forest mushroom, Pyrgi shangi. . . The next summit of the Group of childhood, so distant and surprisingly enjoyable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Here is a tree,

Wonderful tree!

 

Hey you guys,

Bare feet,

Torn boots,

Torn clogs.

Who needs boots

By the miracle tree run!

 

Bast ripe,

Boots ripe,

What do you yawn,

They will not be denied?

 

Tear them miserable!

Tear, barefoot!

You will not have to again

The frost flaunt

Holes, patches,

Naked heels!

(Roots Chukovskij)

 

 

 

Irina Andreeva