This painting is named after Michail Bulgakov’s homonymous novel. Kiev, after the fall of the Empire, after the uprising and the October Revolution. Russia, the Great Civil War. Warlords, illusions,
Henry Matisse, quotation marks included. We are the post-post. We are pulverized. Far beyond liquid. “When you can’t be Shakespeare, when you can’t be Joyce, what is left instead?”, Lou
An ice blue vest, the long blond hair. The tall figure holds a golden arrow. His name is Abaris , the magician . Apollo’s priest and disciple. He came to
Southern France, a late afternoon. A village perched over the immensity of the sea. The only one Café has a terrace. Sun is slowly declining, light is softer now. She
She is black. She is stunning. She’s been dancing. The King is charmed, you ‘ll get whatever you want, he proclaims, and he can’t recant his regal word . She
A rowdy jazz club, south LA. The 50s. Wild sounds. Booze. Black girls dancing. White men watching, smoking, drinking. spending money Black men around the building, access denied them. The
There is no lust, just peace. A maternal female, her gaze lost in the distance above the waves. A Naiad, her spring pouring fresh water under her body. A lazy
In his novel On the Mable Cliffs (1939), the German writer Ernst Jünger used this term to indicate a fictional volunteer army, in which the protagonist had taken part. Ernst
We met this man before. So, the story now is all about his astrakhan ushanka: red and orange on dark blue and deep purple. About his cold steel gaze. And
