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I drew this with Mojca at a lake in Slovenia. Mojca, you're going to have to remind me what that lake was named.
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"A szeretet és a rokonság a njájas hajlamnak, a tiszta természetnek, és a dicséretes jellemnek a gyümölcsei." 'Abdu'l-Bahá
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Ezt az olaj festmény (balra) egy zsírkréta rajzomból (jobbra) származott. Tudom, hogy furcsa, de szenvedtem a zsírkrétával és rajöttem egy elrendezésre, amely tetszett nekem és ennek itt az eredménye.
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Ez az egyik az első oláj festményeimből, csak az égetett umbrabárnát és az okkersárgát használtam.
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Ez az ötödikem, egy cirmos macska, és odaadtam a barátom Jamaal Sneednek. A világon legtöbb részén szerencsés a cirmos macska. Japánban a ház bejárátjánál tesznek egy cirmos alakú kis szobrot hogy pénzügyi szerencsét hívjon be. Angliában és Írországban pénz macskának hívják.
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Ez itt egy vázlat olaj krétával. "Vedd észre azt, hogy hogyan adja a fényét a gyertya. Az életét csepegtetje el, cseppről cseppre, hogy adhasson a lángjának a fényét." (H.M. Balyuzi, Abdu'l-Baha - The Centre of the Covenant, p. 73)
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2000 Marciúsban vagy Áprilisban háron napon keresztül ezt rajzoltam le. A címe "sötétség" "És ez az elhagyatottság nem hagy engem el." (Portishead)
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2002 Juniúsban a vonaton rájzoltam le ezt a fírkálat a vázlatfüzetembe. Ezen a lapon csak csontvázas figurák vannak. Ezt a tündér is crushed by the weight of her wings.
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Acryllic on canvas. "And the fire with all the strength it hath" (Welsh Rune)
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I lived in the desert for 6 years. I painted this in 1999 with burnt umber, yellow ochre, titanium white and ultramarine blue. It was my third painting
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Another early painting. (4th i think) Perhaps February or March 1999 and still a very limited palette. Adding to the palette of the above painting, I had cadmium red and cadmium yellow.
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This doll was painted in October 1999.
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This is a work in progress, started at the end of July 2002. Updates will be posted.
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A colour study from August 1999.
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March 2002. 2am. damnit. drew a heart shape. not a valentine heart, but the organ, just the outline, and then turned it into a smiling mask face and then stretched it upwards into a hand and then i drew a pumpkin because tök is a slang word in hungarian for balls (off the topic, Kamilla explained this to me by saying "a férfinek van, nem a hosszú hanem a gombók" (men have it, not the long one but the spheres). but i drew a real pumpkin, and then a glass heart. and then just behind the mask so that you could see her whole face a girl that looks *a lot* like me crying and then below the mask something that looks (now) like half of a peach with the pit still in it, but i meant it to be something else (oh well). and next to that is an eye, a little glazed over and wide open. its a girls eye. or a womans. looks scared. and then theres a childs drawing. a replica of one i drew when i was about three years old (three fucking years old. THREE). my mom saved it because it worried her and i found it as a teenager and asked about it. it was people. the bodies kind of triangle shaped the way all three years olds draw them, and where the legs come out i had scribbled over it, on both the people. and it kind of looked like hair. (it kind of looked a lot like hair). and mom saved it because it worried her. and behind the picture there's the torso and part of the leg of a naked man, and you can see the start of his penis but the rest is hid behind the child's drawing. and then there's a diaper which doesn't look much like a diaper, underneath the dirty glass heart. and below that, written in one of my first codes, is something i used to write a lot "i hate mommy" but i always wrote it in this code letters because i didnt want her to read it. and below that are tear filled eyes with bars across them. and then a calculus equation. and a profile of a head with its mouth bound, and a black hole spiral and pebbles and a baby's fist, impotent against danger, but it still thinks it can protect itself, and an angel all tied up and bound, unable to help anyone, and a puddle of tears and a sphere with its shadow and a gesture drawing of a person curled up in a ball holding themself and crying. and then in another code language "i feel dirty" and then in yet another code language "help me" and then there's an open mouth, screaming, or maybe its being held open, you just can't see it. he used to hold my jaw.
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Who says math isn't fun?
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This is a gypsy girl who lives in Jazbarin.
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This is the cover of a poetry book Mojca bought in the UK.
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My first painting, a Macaw.
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A sketch done in 1998 of my friend Marcelle.
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May or June 2002, based on a photograph I took of myself.
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Some times, those angels just don't come. A recurring theme in my recent artwork. Angels that don't show up. Angels tied up with broken wings. Angels encaged that much watch the suffering they are supposed to alleviate.
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This is my favourite. It is gloriously beautiful.
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There is a face in the cliff.
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If you click this image, you'll see an entire page from the magazine Teen's World that this was published in
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This is from Rozsi Néni's Farm in a village near Szombathely, Hungary.
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Painted on location beside the Tisza River in December 2001. It was so cold and I got oil paint on my coat *pout* the photo didn't come out so well, I'll have to find a sunny day and a new battery for my camera.
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Drawn in Szálka, Hungary from life.
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