Sunday, April 19, 2015

Old keys .... Peace wind artist Leonidas Kryvosej

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Old keys .... Peace wind artist Leonidas Kryvosej


One of the most frequently experienced feelings - is the fear of something new.
You come across it every time, going beyond the usual areas of life and activity.
and face it, when you want to grow, change or - to change something.

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In every house there is a place to store old keys. This could be a nail, covered in blue glass amulet against the evil eye, or cracked drawer that always stuck to the floor - the road. Why keep these keys? What they reveal, in a dream or mentally? Those doors are long gone, in their place new, they are cut new locks, more modern and reliable. But still, these keys are stored because a reminder of the time when they are that - it opened. So it is with people. Who - that changes its metaphysical locks and doors, who - it continues to keep the keys to them and does not dare throw.
 
Mir wind


Leonidas Kryvosej artist lives and works in Ondratice, Czech Republic. In the 80's was the initiator of the surrealist group, which later became part of the Czech and Slovak Union of Artists of the Surrealists, of which he is today.
His work is based on the teachings of Dzogchen - it is not a philosophy, not a religious doctrine, not a cultural tradition. Understanding the meaning of exercise is the discovery of his own true state, purified from self-deception and fraud created by someone else's mind. The very meaning of the Tibetan word "Dzogchen" - "Great Perfection" indicates the true initial state of each individual, and not on some kind of transcendent reality.

Uchenie Dzogchen

It tells the author of works, his paintings are illusions of duality manifestation of the world and its transience. Still deep in my childhood, the question arose, "What is good and what is bad" So we began to comprehend the great science of duality. The world was divided into good and bad, good and evil, right and wrong, light and dark. Growing up and getting experience, we have learned to see the first two aspects of the same phenomenon, then - several parties and levels.



Play the fool

Increasingly, the "right" actions did not bring a sense of satisfaction, a sense of harmony. In solving their problems, we have become more listen to the voice of the heart ... In our life came Wisdom. The world has got many colors. We have begun to overcome the duality of his consciousness. This is a difficult path to her .... but this is an excellent way to self-knowledge.

Lyubov

Diana

Zhenih

Nevesta

Detorozhdenie

Ediny

Simptom Moon

Razdumya

Zavershenie

Izyaschnaya trip

Voda and Air

Zemlya and Air

Ohotnik void

Faraon

Shaman



His Majesty writer



Provakatsiya

 


Ego



Black and white

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Here is my village ... Here is my sweet home ...

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Here is my village ... Here is my sweet home ...

 Beautiful scenery rural nature

works of Sergei Komarov album



Moore, Karacharovo, Vladimir region, Oka.



Moore County, Vladimir region, the Oka River and Ilevna



Polnolunie.Murom, Vladimir region, Oka.



Going beyond the outskirts of the village.

Moonlight Sonata.



Autumn evening.



Pastorale.



Moore County, Vladimir region, village Aleshunino.



Moore County, Vladimir region, Lake Motskoe. The lake is desman-beaver reserve.



Under the canopy of trees.







Moore County, Vladimir region, the lake water level rises Visha more than 4 m, length - 15 km; Located 1 km from the village Aleshunino.





Hay harvest.



Watering.



Toward the close of the branches. Moore County, Vladimir region, near the village of Lake Chabyshevo.



The Dawns Here Are Quiet.



Autumn Fantasy.







Lone cattail.



Zorenka.





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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Artist Justyna Kopania 2 autumn city - blues

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Artist Justyna Kopania 2 autumn city - blues

Artist Justyna Kopania 2 autumn city - blues







September autumn blues playing
The strings of wet rain
And yellow leaves flying
The rhythms of blues rustle.

The wind whistles wires
And sings the song of autumn.
On the roof of tin drums
And day and night.

Asphalt autumn circling eddies
Singing brooks hundreds muses.
Machinery pitched puddles
Autumn we play the blues.

Edward War (September 2008)..