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Plate of Heroes, II Plate of Heroes, II Here they are, altogether. Rust iron plates as a paraphrase of the Philosophical Conversation by Giò Ponti. I don’t like some of them, for sure. For instance, I don’t like the bulky Radola Gajda, who was a traitor of any side, I don’t like Denikin and his known associates Alehseev and Judenić: they wasted time... Korovev Another spell, another master of words: Mikhail Bulgakov. One of the devils who landed in Moscow to shake of atheism from Stalin's era society, and the fly away when duty's over. This one devil turns himself into a purple and gold claded prince, into the one who has paid his own debts hanging on him... My Girl My Girl Guess an apartment looking down on Central Park. A luxury call house. Three girls, half naked, expensive escorts waiting for their lofty tricks? A fourth one is portrayed on a big canvas, you will find her in some other painting. Maybe there is a link. Who is she? All of them idling, two of them... Serbian Princess Serbian Princess Acrylics on paper on canvas She is hieratic and distant, some ten centuries between us. She is still standing, with that byzantine holy attire and the gilded Aureola. She is alone, all her peers long gone, she is princess and saint. Gems embroidered on her robe, no perspective. Her people overcame and superseded the Byzantines... Metamorphosen Metamorphosen This canvas bears the name of the composition by Richard Strauss. Mantua again is on the background, a mourning cemeterial statue in close up. The texture under the paint layers is sandy, a mourning by facts. Times that won’t come back. Richard Strauss’ masterpiece is the Theme.
Ehepaar
Ehepaar

I AM A HYPERBOREAN

ZALMOXIS

I come from long ago, from a time long passed. I come from a faraway land much beloved by Apollo, the great distant God of prophecy and archery, the God of diseases and of cures.

Dancing Satyr
Dancing Satyr
Truth is

who am I?

I WAS TOO MANY TO REMEMBERI DON’T WANT TO BE REMEMBEREDTHIS ONLY MATTERS: MY CHARMS, MY LASTING DAYSI WILL SURVIVEMY LONG GOING EXISTENCE IS NO JOKEI AM A MAGICIAN, A PRIEST FOR APOLLO, A HYPERBOREANI LUST FOR BLOOD, WHICH IS LIFE BY ITSELF
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Blue Tucano
Blue Tucano
Anna & Fernanda
Anna & Fernanda

I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul

I AM ALL IN A SEA OF WONDERS I DOUBT I FEAR
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No se puede propio saber lo que sabe el lobo. El lobo es incognoscible. Preguntar lo que sabe el lobo es como preguntar los arboles. Las piedras. El mundo.
Cormac McCarthy
novelist
Mit ungläublicher Ehrfurcht Lautschten wir den langsamen Takten des Walzwerks der Front, einer Melodie, die uns in langen jahren Gewohnheit werden sollte.
Ernst Jünger
author
Der Atem des Kampfes wehte herüber und ließ uns seltsam erschauern.
Ernst Jünger
author
Yggrdrasill
Yggrdrasill
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THE PREMISE IS

To approach Zalmoxis, we start from Apollo. God of Forecasting. God of Diseases, Supreme Healer. Magician Sire of the Underworld, God of the Far Traveling Arrow. He is not Greek, he came from the immense plains in the North-East, from lands where the Sun rises and lasts.

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