Œuvre Cut Art 3D, fantastique avec des éléments figuratives.
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A group of well-known artists in the museum area in the audience's presence created their works, so I went to the museum to look at this cultural event. Going behind the museum building I noticed a lot of paper, paint, broken brushes, half-completed work and other rubbish which artists rejected during his creative process. At that moment I heard a rustle behind piles of waste art. Much to my surprise, my teacher, magician Cirilo Bum, pulling the used papers, sketches and other other unfinished works that artists are thrown.
- What are you doing here? I asked him.
Wizard Cirilo Bum found some discarded pen and put it in his pocket so it starts quickly move away, carrying a few sheets of paper under his arm.
- Come on after me - call me.
I reached him just at the end of town and we sat on the bench. The branches of a tree towered above us like a hand that protect us.
Cirilo Bum stretched a piece of paper and happily exclaimed - Excellent! So many creatures are waiting to be born!
I saw some patches of different colors, perhaps the artist experimented with color in this paper. Cirilo Bum took out a pen and quickly begins to harrow the paper. It was concentrated, in the form of rolls, his mouth was half open, like a grandfather who must quickly write a will because death is sitting on his neck.
- How beautiful you are! Live! - He would say after he had finished some character.
For me, his creatures he painted on the paper, which he was so rejoicing, is a living horror, far from the notion "Art must strive for beauty".
- Energy color, energy in my hand, the energy in you - talking to a sheet of paper old wizard - that no one has see you, does not mean you will not be...yes .... live, live my little rhino ... - he would murmur so.
Knowing this state of trance in which he sometimes slipping, I went to the museum because wizard Cirilo Bum was no longer capable to talk.
Later, I realized that I was attending a specific magical procedure but my eyes were green.

The arrival of researcher Pepe Fajgla (see http://storiesofoldbone.blogspot.hr/2014/01/strazivac-pepe-fajgl-researcher-pepe.html) will always attract the numerous inhabitants of the Earth of the Fantasy which wanted news.
- I was on a small planet that its inhabitants call the Earth. The beings who are called people, from me unmistakable reasons are doing everything to smash the environment and destroy the living conditions on Earth - said Pepe Fajgl. - You must be really crazy when you cut the branch you are sitting on.
The beings who listened to him looked at the wonder, not believing their ears.
- Those spirited stunted creatures who are called people, are not aware that every planet is a living organism that has a soul - said an experienced researcher - it is painful to see how the Earth suffers the pain of its offspring as the mother to which the child, when growing, slaps.
The assembled beings who listened to Pepe Fajgl long and sad speech about humanity thought of many lifeless planets, their patience and optimism that a spark of life would glow in their midst.

Fish and birds coexisting in their native habitat.

Final

RAINER ROTHKO
Eine Arbeit aus einem Bereich, den ich Foto-Malerei nenne. Eine spannende Facette der Analog-Fotografie. Das kleine Reststück eines Dia- oder Negativfilms, das normalerweise zum Ausschuss gehört und beim Rahmen in den Müll wandert, ist für mich manchmal das interessanteste Motiv des Films. Die Labor-Entwicklung erzeugt streifenartige Farbkonstellationen, die abstrakte Landschaften sein könnten, auf jeden Fall viel Raum für Interpretationen lassen. Hier ist (wieder mal) der Zufall mein engster Mitarbeiter.