The edge is my ranger I go there for danger Peace is the truth I forgot in my youth Went out of my way To capture that ray Of love that I feel Inside of a man Who does what he can To find me as well In the depth of the well That I […]
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In warm white sand lies a feather fan Destiny on golden land A trace of wind A flirty hand She waves it as a second chance She waves it in a blissful dance Colors bright like these Bring a song of love and ease A third eye gaze… She wants to flee To catch a […]
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Walking in a gallery Calling for a mystery Turning red today Turning into clay Breaking a love law A picture I saw Looked at me Picture me Picture she Who was he? Breaking through To something bright Red and true Rainbow blue Turned around Towards the ground He came for me Human like Angel like […]
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I will remember 2020 as a year of coming back to my roots. In every possible way. After 4 years in Italy, I returned to Denmark. Not according to plan. But what an unexpected gift it has been. Revisiting everything from a fresh point of view. While the world was in meltdown, I steadily […]
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Nothing wakes you up like love. Love is law. An awakening to what’s natural. It took one gaze for me. I knew: he is in my life now. Instantly I melted into reality. Expanded. We were at a gallery. He came at me like light. Playful at first. Raw and real. I lost sight for a moment. There […]
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Since I can remember, I have had a strong desire to expand my awareness and move myself into the unknown. Art has played a major role in this proces of self discovery. Certain artistic experiences, that I have either been a part of or a spectator of, has lead me into completely new territory. Living […]
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It’s humbling to feel a rope between your hands, when you are connecting with another human being. It opens up the door to an existential dimension and it requires attentiveness and trust to deal with it. It’s like holding onto a piece of life that changes with every little movement you make. As if it […]
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The first thing I noticed about Irene Meniconi was the caring way in which she touched her paintings. She was exhibiting at a modern gallery in Florence, when I met her. One of her motives was a blue eyed butterfly that had long laces draped as extended wings under the canvas – like a classical […]
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Karin Grand 