And all around - silence ... Artist Karen Vance / Karen Vance (r.1951)
Sometimes you just can not believe that these works are ordinary brush, oil on canvas ...
Soundless - home of contemplation.
In soundless soul illuminated.
Poems - there is only a prelude to silence.
Poetry peak - silence.
Achakan Kazbekov
Spring Snow
Chopin - Prelude
I walked through the snow, and all around - silence
Ranked Among the Christmas trees in the patterns of frost,
Lurked through the snowdrifts, swallowing words
Breathless look at the pines.
No traces for me, there is no melt streams
Amid the winter snow flakes dressed.
I do not remember why, but in the orbit tear
Reserves all quiet nepropetoy.
Yes, I'm here. I anywhere and in anything.
No one is sorry to no avail.
I'm free now and I do not think more
That freedom from noise is terrible.
Because now instead of stars instead of words and insults,
Among the host of all - only it.
Blackened pine trees in the white snow.
Freedom. And the silence ...
@ Nicholas Martyzenski
Winter turning into spring
Winter dawn
October morning
The grand finale
Winter dawn. Old dreams
Over troubled water
In October
Source of spring
In the cool shade of poplars
Alpine winter
Living Water
End of another day
Winter glow
Wild roses and evergreen
Where heaven and nature sing
At the end of autumn
Winter Silence
Cabin in the Woods
Moose Meadow
Sometimes you just can not believe that these works are ordinary brush, oil on canvas ...
Soundless - home of contemplation.
In soundless soul illuminated.
Poems - there is only a prelude to silence.
Poetry peak - silence.
Achakan Kazbekov
Spring Snow
Chopin - Prelude
I walked through the snow, and all around - silence
Ranked Among the Christmas trees in the patterns of frost,
Lurked through the snowdrifts, swallowing words
Breathless look at the pines.
No traces for me, there is no melt streams
Amid the winter snow flakes dressed.
I do not remember why, but in the orbit tear
Reserves all quiet nepropetoy.
Yes, I'm here. I anywhere and in anything.
No one is sorry to no avail.
I'm free now and I do not think more
That freedom from noise is terrible.
Because now instead of stars instead of words and insults,
Among the host of all - only it.
Blackened pine trees in the white snow.
Freedom. And the silence ...
@ Nicholas Martyzenski
Winter turning into spring
Winter dawn
October morning
The grand finale
Winter dawn. Old dreams
Over troubled water
In October
Source of spring
In the cool shade of poplars
Alpine winter
Living Water
End of another day
Winter glow
Wild roses and evergreen
Where heaven and nature sing
At the end of autumn
Winter Silence
Cabin in the Woods
Moose Meadow
