The last thing to clear out of my father-in-law’s house, his old piano.
He loved that piano.
by Leonid Pasternak
“I Don’t Deplore the Years…”
I don’t deplore the years of my spring,
Where dreams and life were never in connection,
I don’t deplore the nights’ mysterious ring,
Sang by a lyre in a fiery passion.
I don’t deplore the false and faithless friends,
The wreaths of feasts, the bowls of the parties,
I don’t deplore the beautiful adulteries –
A thoughtful stranger, I avoid these trends.
But where’s the time of gentle inclination,
Of hearty silence and young hopes’ strings?
Where are the flame and tears of inspiration?
Come back again, the years of my spring!
From Yukio Mishima’s “Spring Snow”
London artist Grégoire A. Meyer freezes moments in time and adds a touch of humanity to them in this series of digitally manipulated images. Using a convincing array of textures Meyer pieces together contemplative pieces which often evoke feelings of isolation or loneliness trapped within a fleeting moment. A face is clearly visible in a splash of water, caught midair.
16 second exposure at Church St MUNI Station, San Francisco.
by Tristan O’Tierney
Long-exposure photography: using a long duration shutter speed to sharply capture the stationary elements of images while blurring, smearing, or obscuring the moving elements. The paths of moving light sources become clearly visible.
Tempus Fugit by Vinz
New solo show opening next week at London’s RexRomae
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