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Baltikum The Baltic Sea is a legend. From the birthplace of my german side-kin, to Josif Alexandrovič Brodskij's line: its “aluminum waves, where the eyes meet no borders and the ears meet no echoes”. It is my final desire to reach those sandy shores, to abandon this life with my eyes on the shallow waves. “If... My dark places My dark places From title to the depicted scene, this painting is a homage to the homonymous American writer James Ellroy’s autobiographic book. A compelling albeit disturbing account of the author’s search of his own mother’s death. She was a single mother, she was red haired and she used to spend nights at bars. All of this bears... Radiographie du Rêve Radiographie du Rêve A literary tribute to Milorad Pavic. An winter escapee from Stalinist Russia arrives in Riga where, walking on a desert and frozen street at night, he sees this notice in a shop window. Riga as a City of Dreams stays behind, its roofs, the high facades typical of Northeastern old buildings. The Winter is a... Gen. Vrangel He was courageous, elegant and rich. Honor was his code. Charismatic enough to lead the wild cossack sotnias. Too late at the head of the White Army, he forbid his troops looting and pogroms. Bolsheviks feared him, even after his defeat and retreat. Only venom, the weapon of cowards, might have killed him: it did.... Liegende Frau Liegende Frau Back to the ‘20s. Germany. Weimar Republic. Chaos. Creativity beyond limits. Music. Movies. Art. Poetry. Feel the rhythm, the magic of those years. Anything later in art was a Deja-vu . This painting is dedicated to the quasi-homonymous Liegende Maedchen by Erich Heckel, now in the Pinakothek der Moderne in Munich. The woman on the...
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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