Youth is a myth. One lacks power, money. One badly wishes. Age is a counterbalance. You can have power, you can have money, even glory. And a story to tell.
A playful game again. Not a riddle. Blue Tucano is a fictional name for a night club, the colorful bird its neon sign. The City below us. Burning life. Nightlife.
A balcony on the sea. A nude woman leaning on the banister. A nice painting hanging, a table, a vase. A young coconut palm in a vase. A happy alligator
The model has a quizzical expression, her hands are set across a frame. Her hat is unusual, a French elegance. She appears sitting at a table, on a terrace overlooking
The winged lion. The gondola. These two subjects obviously remind us of Venice. The faraway City, a theme by itself, is not Venice at all, however. The blue/violet darkness, the
Francis Bacon never used these lights and colors, and almost never painted female nudes. We see her, blonde, almost sexy but jaded, slumped on Mackintosh’s willow chair. She is covered
This is the subject of a world famous engraving. And this painting could be an almost literal conversion in a colorful image of the black and white original work. But
Nightlife. The City not so far away. Cruising bikers, whores, transvestites and their tricks. Regular johns, peepers, pushers. The lights of the nights, all those temporary goddesses. A warm starless
This painting is named after Michail Bulgakov’s homonymous novel. Kiev, after the fall of the Empire, after the uprising and the October Revolution. Russia, the Great Civil War. Warlords, illusions,
An ice blue vest, the long blond hair. The tall figure holds a golden arrow. His name is Abaris , the magician . Apollo’s priest and disciple. He came to
Southern France, a late afternoon. A village perched over the immensity of the sea. The only one Café has a terrace. Sun is slowly declining, light is softer now. She
A rowdy jazz club, south LA. The 50s. Wild sounds. Booze. Black girls dancing. White men watching, smoking, drinking. spending money Black men around the building, access denied them. The
There is no lust, just peace. A maternal female, her gaze lost in the distance above the waves. A Naiad, her spring pouring fresh water under her body. A lazy
In his novel On the Mable Cliffs (1939), the German writer Ernst Jünger used this term to indicate a fictional volunteer army, in which the protagonist had taken part. Ernst
We met this man before. So, the story now is all about his astrakhan ushanka: red and orange on dark blue and deep purple. About his cold steel gaze. And
I wish I had a motorcycle