Art Transaction We are the children of the war, The war has no faces... The war is money The money has no faces We are the children without faces. It’s so simple, like transactions are.. We are the children of the transactions
среда, 25 декабря 2013 г.
воскресенье, 22 декабря 2013 г.
пятница, 20 декабря 2013 г.
воскресенье, 15 декабря 2013 г.
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понедельник, 9 декабря 2013 г.
пятница, 6 декабря 2013 г.
One my day off
One day off...
At 2.30 p.m I shot "Barge Haulers working along the Volga river" \It was a famous paint by an russian artist Repin\ but in Yekaterinburg/
At 2.43 p.m. A man of 27 y.o., who has unhappy face, brings roses for somebody
At 2.52 p.m. - Unknow woman, who looks a little bit crazy, asks me about the way to the railstation.
At 3.07 p.m - I'm, like a goat, running in the local film's studio.
At 3. 08 p.m - I like one man, but he is married, fuck! - But I like him.
From 3.09p.m. till 5.34 p.m - I'd make a clever face, but I half sleep, make clever face and sleep.. uf..
At 6.01. p.m. - during 11 min. try to find a street , which I have no idea about, it's not for me, just for 3 strangers, in the end we understand that we stay on that street, that they need.
At 6.04 p.m. - In the metro, a big man sport hand bag kicks my dark - blue tights.
At 6.05 p.m -sitting between black furcoat and big black iron stick.
All time The Big stick reads , what I write about. Like a mountain, a lot of grey bags stand around me/ They have a terrible smell.
At 6.11 p.m. my station, A black coat closed its eyes, its shadow are brawn and its lipstick is grown.The black coat with brawn face...
Slipping away...
At 2.30 p.m I shot "Barge Haulers working along the Volga river" \It was a famous paint by an russian artist Repin\ but in Yekaterinburg/
At 2.43 p.m. A man of 27 y.o., who has unhappy face, brings roses for somebody
At 2.52 p.m. - Unknow woman, who looks a little bit crazy, asks me about the way to the railstation.
At 3.07 p.m - I'm, like a goat, running in the local film's studio.
At 3. 08 p.m - I like one man, but he is married, fuck! - But I like him.
From 3.09p.m. till 5.34 p.m - I'd make a clever face, but I half sleep, make clever face and sleep.. uf..
At 6.01. p.m. - during 11 min. try to find a street , which I have no idea about, it's not for me, just for 3 strangers, in the end we understand that we stay on that street, that they need.
At 6.04 p.m. - In the metro, a big man sport hand bag kicks my dark - blue tights.
At 6.05 p.m -sitting between black furcoat and big black iron stick.
All time The Big stick reads , what I write about. Like a mountain, a lot of grey bags stand around me/ They have a terrible smell.
At 6.11 p.m. my station, A black coat closed its eyes, its shadow are brawn and its lipstick is grown.The black coat with brawn face...
Slipping away...
воскресенье, 1 декабря 2013 г.
Transactions Art by $M
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