Personal Galaxy

Your own Personal Galaxy around your neck... in my  Shop :)

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“I am the Constellation of my own” 
― Oksana Rus



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          In my Etsy Shop from 12/12 until 19/12 2014.                                                             HAPPY HOLIDAYS! :-)


Big House in the Country

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Big house in the country / Handcut paper collage / 2014


Watcher of the Orion

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"I’ve seen things, you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. 
I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near Tannhäuser Gate. 
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die." 
__________ "Tears in Rain" monologue in Blade Runner.

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12 mOOns _  A3 Calendar/2015
Each full moon holds a little extra special meaning to those who work with magik. It represents the universe in brilliant glory,
wholeness or completeness. Ages ago, cultures around the world kept track of the seasons by giving distinctive names to each
recurring full moon. Their names were applied to the entire month in which each occurred.

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Bug's Association _ A4 Calendar/2015
Lucanus cervus or Stag Beetle, the conspicuous and largest European beetle, has incessantly captured the imagination
and fascination of mankind. The stag beetle’s popularity is based not only on the mythological tales, but also on its magical
powers, reputed since the time of the Romans.Various fragments confirm that Lucanus cervus has always had a profound
impact on man from earlier epochs through to till present day.


Harlequin Walk

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On a sunny day I am having my harlequin walk down the street.
Devilish smile on my face, poem in my pocket. My heart is really elastic.
"Repent, Harlequin!" they shout.
Do I look like someone who cares?


Poem to Autumn

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Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg 

I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of 
the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first 
spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.

The Chestnut Hunt

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Simple search for chestnuts can reveal far more than one expects...   Or as John Muir said:
“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.”


hELLO from my Studio

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“Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand,
and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.”

― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View / Howards End


Autumn Equinox

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The Autumn equinox is a time of the year when the Earth's northern hemisphere experiences day and night of equal duration 
since the sun is shining directly on the equator. From there, night gradually becomes longer than the day.  For the southern 
hemisphere, it is called a Spring equinox.
From the moment of the September Equinox, the Sun's strength diminishes, until the moment of Winter Solstice in December, 
when the Sun grows stronger and the days once again become longer than the nights.
This is the time to look back not just on the past year, but also your life, and to plan for the future. In the rhythm of the year, 
Mabon is a time of rest and celebration.

* Mabon , the Feast of the Ingathering (in Neo-Druid traditions), is a Pagan ritual of thanksgiving for the fruits of the earth 
and a recognition of the need to share them to secure the blessings of the Goddess and the God during the coming winter months. 


Goodbye Sweet, Golden Summer...

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One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
 ~ Henry David Thoreau


... into Summer

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“I’m restless.
Things are calling me away.
My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”

― Anaïs Nin



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“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich
heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather,
delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.”

― L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams


Tree Top

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“He told me his last name was Green. “Green?” I asked.
“Can you spell that for me? I’m colorblind.”
― Jarod Kintz

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Red in a Big Blue

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She sighed. “Blue. You’re blue.”
“I’m Éibhear the Blue.” After eighty-seven years, he never tired
of saying that.
“Of course you are.” 

― G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon

* inspiration behind this work (and others that will come) is lovely mr. Charley Harper 


Stablo / Tree

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I did a "visual part" for the concert of a "Nina Romić" bend. It was a promotion of their new album "Tree".  My concept was a video
projection as a window to the forest while the bend was telling their "green" stories from some cosy, intimate interior.

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Deep dive in
into the cold northern sea.

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Gentle Folks from the Other Side

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Harlequin Walk 

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Under the Sun of Tuscany 

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“The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche


Bonjour Paris! _ Claude Monet's garden at Giverny

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Claude Monet noticed the village of Giverny while looking out of a train window. He made up his mind to move there and
rented a house and the area surrounding it. In 1890 he had enough money to buy the house and land outright and set out
to create the magnificent gardens he wanted to paint. Some of his most famous paintings were of his garden in Giverny.
He lived in the house with its famous pink crushed brick façade from 1883 until his death in 1926. He and many members
of his family are interred in the village cemetery.
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Ten years after moving to Giverny in 1883, Claude Monet envisioned turning a small pond on an adjacent parcel of land into
an Asian-influenced water garden.  Monet said, "I planted my water lilies for pleasure; I cultivated them without thinking
of painting them. A landscape does not get through to you all at once. And then suddenly, I had the revelation of the magic
of my pond." The original garden extended only 20 feet) beyond the footbridge (as shown in this painting). Monet was inspired
by Japanese gardens and design, and included Japanese features such as irregular contours and natural features of the land.
For the last 30 years of his life, scenes of the water garden (Water Lilies or Nymphéas) were Monet’s favorite theme.
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Monet's garden is one the most beautiful places that I saw... Especially in a spring time when you have a feeling that all
those bright flower colors are floating and dancing in the air :) I will have to visit it again, sometimes during summer, to
see those famous water lilies and a lake in all its true glory 


Gabriel García Márquez (1927-2014)

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“If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul.  If I knew 
that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew 
that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew 
this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.”  


Bonjour Paris! _ 02

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Jacques Brel, Léo Ferré, Georges Brassens

Paris is a beautiful city and Paris is also one of the world's top tourist destinations. Everyone goes there to feel, to be and to
experience some of that Parisian lifestyle. But just like every other tourist place Paris has all kinds of "authentic lifestyles" on 
offer. I admit I am that worst kind of tourist, the one that's in search for "the real stuff". Attacker on that last frontier of private 
life that every tourist place tries to preserve. 
This time I was lucky to meet a nice French man who works in a shop that sells vintage books and records. We were talking 
about lot of stuff but the most valuable thing I got from him, except for a few vinyl records, is my now enriched knowledge of 
modern French chanson. He even recommended us where to go if we wanted to hear/see something live in that kind of spirit. 
And of course we did and of course we'll never forget it. :-)

* Translation (by cortom):

...I tell you about a time ...That teenagers (lit.: those less than 20 years old) cannot know about ...At that time, 
Montmartre hung its lilacs (pale blue or white, early-blooming flowers) ...right up to our windows, and even if our 
humble furnished room ...That served us as a (love-)nest didn't look like much ...It was there that we knew each other
...Me, crying hunger, and you, posing in the nude ...La bohème, la bohème. That meant "one is happy" ...La boème, 
la bohème. We only ate once every two days. ...In the neighbouring cafes ...We were people ...that waited for glory 
(fame) and although miserable ...with empty stomacs (lit.: hollow bellies)
...we never stopped believing [in it] and when some pub (of course, 'bistro' is a typically french café)
...in exchange for a warm meal ...accepted a painting (lit.: a canvas), we recited verses ...gathered around the stove, 
forgetting about winter. ...La bohème, la bohème. That meant "you are pretty"
...La bohème, la bohème, and all of us were geniuses (lit.: 'had genius') ...Often [it happened to me that],
...before my easel, (i.e. the stand upon which a painter puts the canvas he is working on) ...I spent sleepless nights
...touching up (=making minor corrections to) the drawing ...of the line of a breast ...of the figure of a hip, and only 
at morning ...one sat down at last ...before a café-crème (coffee with much hot milk) ...exhausted, but exhillarated
...It must have been so that we loved each other, and that we loved life (a rather stiff translation of a fluent French
sentence,  but I don't know how to put it otherwise)
...La bohème, la bohème. That meant "one was twenty years old" ...La bohème, la bohème and we lived from the 
'spirit of the age' (That's literally what 'air du temps' means, but I'm sure that's not the right way to put it in English. 
In French it has the connotation of living from air and nothing else, especially nothing material while at the same 
time referring to the typical feeling in society at that particular time)
...When, some days in a whim ...I go out and take a walk ...to my old address
...I no longer recognise ...nor the walls, nor the streets ...that witnessed (lit.: saw) my youth
...At the top of a stairway ...I search for the workshop ...of which nothing remains ...In its new décor
...Montmartre looks sad, and the lilacs have died.
...La bohème, la bohème. We were young, we were crazy ...La bohème, la bohème. 
It doesn't mean anything at all anymore.  

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Michel Delacroix - Atelier Le Soir


Bonjour Paris!

I spent a week in Paris so I will share some of my impressions
about City of Lights. Let's start with a few classic photos... :-)

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“Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. 
Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one still recognizes it."

(Tourists in Paris)” 
― Marguerite Duras, Outside: Selected Writings


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Some of my work in TINTED no.4  magazine.

Tinted magazine is a project of the 
Association for promoting cultural and artistic expression "Arthesis", 
based in Croatia.
Tinted magazine is published quarterly.



a Good Beginning

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My clay adventure is going really good.
Except all the great comments, I made my first clay sell! :-)
Two necklaces have gone to Hong Kong... I wish them happy new life :D



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From 19.2. - 28.2.2014. 10% discount in my Etsy shop.
Coupon Code: WINTER2014

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The Truths From the Ordinary Lives

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* in my Etsy Shop