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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... Dans mon Lit, pas dans mes Cauchemars Dans mon Lit, pas dans mes Cauchemars Siberia. An armored flat wagon. Herringbone light machineguns. Definitely, a bed: my own bed. The one I wear out with insomnia, not to sink into nightmares. Albeit always with grace, almost dancing my pains away. They were in the Czech Legion. As Austrians, captured by the Russians and sent to Siberia. With White Russians to... Bands of Wolves Bands of Wolves I was looking for images of wolves. No pictures, no calligraphic etchings. I met wolf-warriors in their archaic Roman, Anatolian and Old Norse declinations. Symbols, Beasts, the transformation that yields a permanent link with the Adversary. I found these rusty bands, maybe ancient swords from a medieval burial. Soon I found it crowded, runes, Beserks,... Hyperboreans Hyperboreans A sort of a petroglyph recounting a shaman’s journey in the spirit world. He’s gone, forever. He just left a trail. Reenact his deeds. Ride a reindeer. Track a magical wolf. Turn into a crow. Forget yourself. Forget all you believed. Your way back, if conceded, will not be as you thought. You will never be the same as before. Serpent-Angel - Medusa The Serpent Angel soared fromt the abyss, it brought with himself the halo of something sacred and horrifying at the same. After having painted it, I had to dig into my memory – beyond William Blake – downt to the authentic source. Let his name be a collective one: Seraphim. Medusa, by the way, abruptly...
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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