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City Kills City Kills This is dark Pop. Plain. An American icon on the foreground. AC Cobra. This car is featured In some other paintings, now in United States and Poland. Retro-chic. Awfully expensive. Unique. Solar. Background is the City. Another Theme. Today’s only – and collective – masterpiece in visual arts. Rainy night, no hope. No corner to... Was heisst denken Was heisst denken The title is out of a book by Martin Heidegger, the great although controversial German Philosopher. A bed on the right is undone. Some books lying on the bedside table. A painting, a self-quote, hangs from the wall behind. White callas in an elongated blue-and-red vase. A woman is stepping out of the scene, half... African statue I often fall in love with a meanigful face, for burnig eyes. When this happens, I physically need to paint a portrait as a hommage and then... everything turns out differently. The secret story behind a face leads me to its origin. I reached an african Goddes in this case, starting from a charming young... Walther Rathenau Gurnewald Tryptich, center. German industrialist, philosopher and politician Walther Rathenau was a giant of his times. A democratic patriot of post-war Germany, Weimar years, he might have changed history. Hi was killed in an ambush. Rathenau, Canetti and von Salomon's destinies disgracefully for the world met in Grunewald district, back in 1922. This Gunewald Tryptich... Ya Ali Ya Ali Flames burn on the left, as the flaming shi’ite invocation to Ali, cousin and son-in-law of the Prophet Muhammad, for a request of strength. As in all Zalmoxis’s ambiguities, here stands a non-sexual yet princely beautiful woman. Deep blue on the right might be her hair, or a veil. Is she a source of burning...
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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