has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.
To seek for relaxation, to rest, to retreat into a quiet corner of the space.
To fall asleep.
Escaping the frenzy of errand occurrences.
Returning to the motherly womb.
The bird whispers into my ear the word: silence, I need to hear... The blueness enchants me, but I am hungry, feed me...poetical and so divine in its beauty! Bravo!!! ....Stanzas from Ode to the Seasons ***In October au* I'm like a sliced berry.* Once the branch is broken,* Who will cherish it?* Au tongdong tari* ***In a November night au* I lie on a dirt floor* With only a sheet to cover me.* O lonely life, night without you.* Au tongdong tari* ***In December I am like au* Chopsticks carved from pepperwood* Placed neatly before you:* An unknown guest holds them.* Au tongdong tari* Koryô Songs (The Goryeo Gayo) - from the Koryo (Goryeo) Dynasty (c. 918-1392)
-Katerina Koehlerova
Eventually this dries the tears
The lights pulling back
No one never dies
Do not space reborn
In such a place
Exist?
No one is born without
Again, don't die space,
In such a place
Light exist?
-To Light......
