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In this place there is a secret,
everything is echoed back in perfect reflection.
Beauty seen all around,
everything created with detailed perfection.
This view into a special place, was found through the use of photographic selection.
Echoed in the minds eye and carefully displayed as art for your desired election.
Tambour en éclats,
jongle le cœur tsigane,
vivre, c’est danser.
Drums crack through the night,
the juggler's soul spins with fire,
to live is to dance.
Tambour en éclats,
jongle le cœur tsigane,
vivre, c’est danser.
Drums crack through the night,
the juggler's soul spins with fire,
to live is to dance.
Tambour en éclats,
jongle le cœur tsigane,
vivre, c’est danser.
Drums crack through the night,
the juggler's soul spins with fire,
to live is to dance.
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Cirque Imagine Lyon.
My still life painting captures the vibrancy and movement of freshly gathered flowers, painted from life with expressive brushwork and rich textures. The composition bursts with energy, as bold strokes and a dynamic interplay of colors create a sense of depth and spontaneity. The delicate pinks, purples, and blues contrast beautifully against the lush greens, while the soft, abstract background enhances the ethereal quality of the piece. Light and shadow dance across the petals and leaves, giving the painting a natural, almost fleeting atmosphere - like a moment of beauty preserved on canvas.
Evil face's peek
through where we
least expect it.
Often looking for
a way to make
you troubled.
A Surreal life when
you least expect it.
Looking for faces
in the earth when
its tumbled.
Tambour en éclats,
jongle le cœur tsigane,
vivre, c’est danser.
Drums crack through the night,
the juggler's soul spins with fire,
to live is to dance.
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Cirque Imagine Lyon.
Neon roses
blue and bright,
casting shadows
in the night
Somewhere in the
delicate folds are
an entrancing insight.
Petals wrap up tiny
secrets in a display
of soft blue light.
Wonders of the
natural world
continue to amaze
and delight.
In the spring before
the new growth
fully starts.
Dried branches and
lifeless earth,
experience its
awakening state.
Hibernating in the cold,
slow growing
winter earth.
Mother nature opens
her eyes and blinks,
slowly awakening and
with her conscious
memories flooding in,
we once again
experience
spring.
Hypnotized by the
memories of the past.
The dreams of my
ancestors passing
through my mind.
Lines and prints bring
back a sense of being.
Many moons have
passed since primitive
thoughts seeped in
to bind.
Thoughts
of
the
native
kind.
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In the heart of Skopje, close to the Vardar River, stands a striking sculpture in front of the National Theatre of North Macedonia: a dancing couple wearing masks, cast in bronze. They seem frozen in a movement that never ends — the man caught in a gentle bow, the woman in a playful twist, both wearing masks that hide more than they reveal. It’s as if they are still dancing to music the city has long forgotten. The sculpture fits perfectly in the place where it stands. The National Theatre is the cultural heart of the city, where drama, dance and music come together. The building itself is stately and elegant, one of the many monumental creations that appeared during Skopje’s 2014 urban transformation. The sculpture acts like a welcome — an invitation to imagination, to play, to step into a world where any role is possible. And then there is the city itself: Skopje, a place where layers of history coexist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The Ottoman bazaar with its narrow streets, the Orthodox churches filled with icons framed in gold, the wide boulevards and the new monuments that sometimes rise almost theatrically above the cityscape. In Skopje nothing is ever just what it seems — and that is exactly what makes it so fascinating. The dancing masked duo seems to capture all of that: the lightness and the theatrical, the traditional and the modern, the visible and the hidden. Perhaps they are visitors, perhaps actors, perhaps symbols — maybe all three at once. But above all, they seem to whisper, just like the city itself, that every place has many faces.
A bronze sculpture of a masked dancing couple stands before the National Theatre in Skopje. Frozen in mid-movement — his gentle bow, her playful turn — the figures evoke elegance, mystery and theatrical flair, as if they are still dancing to music only they can hear.
In het hart van Skopje, vlak bij de rivier de Vardar, staat voor het National Theatre of North Macedonia een bijzonder beeld: een dansend paar met maskers, gegoten in brons. Ze lijken net te zijn blijven hangen in een beweging die nooit eindigt — een lichte buiging van de man, een speelse draai van de vrouw, beiden met een masker dat méér verbergt dan het laat zien. Het is alsof ze nog steeds dansen op muziek die de stad allang is vergeten. Het beeld past perfect bij de plek waar het staat. Het National Theatre is het culturele hart van de stad, waar toneel, dans en muziek samenkomen. Het gebouw zelf is statig en elegant, een van de vele monumentale creaties die tijdens de stadsvernieuwing van Skopje 2014 verschenen. De sculptuur vormt een soort welkom: een uitnodiging tot verbeelding, tot spel, tot het binnengaan van een wereld waar elke rol mogelijk is. En dan is er de stad zelf: Skopje, een plek waar lagen geschiedenis naast elkaar bestaan alsof het vanzelfsprekend is. De Ottomaanse bazaar met zijn smalle straten, de orthodoxe kerken vol iconen in gouden kaders, de brede boulevards en nieuwe monumenten die soms bijna theatraal boven het straatbeeld uittorenen. In Skopje is niets eenvoudig alleen wat het lijkt — en dat maakt het juist zo fascinerend. Het dansende maskerduo lijkt dat alles samen te vatten: de lichtheid en het theatrale, de traditie en het moderne, het zichtbare en het verborgene. Misschien zijn ze bezoekers, misschien acteurs, misschien symbolen — misschien alle drie tegelijk. Maar bovenal lijken ze, net als de stad, te fluisteren dat elke plek meerdere gezichten heeft.