Flash Boom
There is no theme of spirit
That climbs up to stare
Out of your eyes.
Lost now in some other
Reality.
Bright flick and turn
In the chilling air,
Smoke drifts from your mouth
As if to loose a phantom
From your held tight
Secrets.
Flash- you pull the trigger,
Boom- you're no longer there.
Sentient Road
Tilted toward the edges of Earth
With the silent fog of
Remembrance filled air,
There was a time when
You cursed the groundcloud
Because you could not
See ahead.
Two Souls
Drift and lay back down.
There's a tender breeze
For the twilight sky.
A time of smooth cool
On a summer night.
Linger, languish maybe
There must be a bit of smile
in that heart you wear
Hidden beneath your robes.
Portrait in Blue in the exhibition - Artwork by Ridha H. Ridha. Digital art - 300 dpi, 70 x 60 cm
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.








