Letters to No – One : Number 5
I keep repeating myself don’t I?
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I keep repeating myself don’t I?
Letters to No – One : Number 5 Read More »
“This subject may have dozens of possibilities. I begin drawing first, at varying speeds- sometimes with immediate force, and at other times with slow deliberation”.Check out full article in the section:EXHIBITIONS.
Mansour El Haber’s Possibilities… Read More »
Allow me to turn you into a story.Your forgotten gems,Your intimate neighborhoods,Your new bashful buildings,Your influencers,Your losers,Your heartbreakers, who, I am told, are also heartbroken, Your elegance, Your galleries, Your plays, Your arrogance – Oh! so justified,Your misunderstood artists,Your wounded lovers who still believe in the magic of beginnings.And if you do not allow me,Why,
Albanian Artist raised in Athens, Mariela Bilitsa, has a rather interesting philosophy and that always makes for a great quote.She tells me in our very interesting interview(Check out section : Q and A over the borders): “I Made a lot of mistakes before I finally let go of the academic style and found my own
Quote by an artist: Mariela Looks forward to more mistakes! Read More »
But you see, sir, dead people are allowed to hang on to any glimpses of life they can find.And my father says it’s going to be a long summer.But you wouldn’t understand the notion of death, sir.Would you now?Yet summer is still a few days away.I fight a thousand war on a daily basis.My biggest
And the buzzing of that menacing drone hovering over us all day and all night.
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And then suddenly, out of nowhere, you find people Building spaces!
The opening of Nuhad Es- Said Pavilion for Culture Read More »
As for the lush lady basking in the sun in one of her rugs, well, she wants me to have coffee in Crete, too.
a conversation with Mariela Bilitsa in Crete….A Sip Of Ouzo? Read More »
In a faraway land troubled by reality, there lived a young fifty year old dreamer who was waiting for no one to rescue her. Not because she was strong, but rather because she knew that no one would. She spent her days daydreaming to the sound of her vulgar mother’s urine as it swayed from
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Dear anyone, I have yet to take a shower. However, I look well put together. At least, that’s what my brother told me this morning as I visited his shop in the opposite building. I vomited all night, and couldn’t care less about the bombs, nor the patriotic songs pouring from different apartments in the
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