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“Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.” ~ W.B. Yeats
Pagoda with waterfall, Colorado inspired multi-exposure - the Tower of Compassion from Longmont's Kanemoto Park, with Silver Falls image taken near Pagosa Springs
A portrait of the present exhibitor Moki Yuitza @ Nitroglobus with her installation MINDSCAPES.
This evening was the opening party. A sincere THANK YOU to all to all who visited and sorry to those who couldn't tp in.
However, don't be sad coz you can visit Moki's installation during the entire month of January!
Here's your taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/26...
Last days of the truly AWESOME installation MINDSCAPES by Moki Yuitza @ Nitroglobus.
On Thursday the gallery will be empty again. Sooo, in case you didn't visit yet, RUN!
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I wrote a blogpost about MINDSCAPES installation by Moki Yuitza: exploringslwithdido.blogspot.com/2022/01/mindscapes-by-mo...
All info inside, including reviews which were published and a lot of snapshots, made during the Opening party.
Please read.
"Everything great that ever happened in this world, happened first in somebodys imagination"
Astrid Lindgren
Overview of the gallery now with the present January 2022 exhibition:
MINDSCAPES by Moki Yuitz
Don't miss it. Here's your taxi:
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Please... No food or drinks beyond this room. Thanks!
At twilight’s gentle cusp, where day softly surrenders to night,
I wandered on a shore steeped in the secrets of time—
when a solitary bottle, aglow with the pulse of ages,
beckoned from the restless sea.
Inside, a love letter lay in a language unknown,
its ink a tender incantation of forgotten dreams,
each word a shimmering spell cast by a distant soul,
a woman adrift in another time and place.
I, Lost, found it as the waves hummed a lullaby,
a song that stirred my heart to wake in silent wonder.
Though the script eluded my eyes, the verses danced
like whispered promises, flowing effortlessly into my mind.
Her words, a cascade of passion and mystery,
spilled secrets of a love that transcends fleeting moments—
"Farewell until fate draws our souls together again,"
they murmured, as if cradling both sorrow and hope.
In that magic letter, cast adrift on the sea of time,
I felt her presence—a warm, eternal caress—
her laughter lighting the vast darkness, her eyes echoing
the tender glow of a moonlit embrace.
Now, as I roam the endless shores of memory,
her untold verses flow warmly within me,
a ceaseless tide of longing and grace,
binding my heart to the mystery of a love eternal.
In every crashing wave and gentle ripple,
I hear her secret song,
an endless, romantic melody that whispers
of timeless unity, where even lost souls can find a home.
Lost