Ô combien pure est ta lumière, Splendide promesse fière que tu fais à ma prière, Source de sage Clarté ! Ô dissipe ma tristesse Révèle-nous nos richesses : Les joyaux d'or de la Sagesse - O how pure is your light, Splendid proud promise that you make to my prayer, Source of wise Clarity! O dispel my sadness Reveal to us our riches: The golden jewels of Wisdom

Leonid Kolyagin art

“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one's own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it's way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.”


-Haruki Murakami












Leonid Kolyagin art Leonid Kolyagin art Reviewed by Laurence G.G.K on June 20, 2015 Rating: 5

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http://pinkelstar.com/ said...

Wow! Your art is so magical! Huge pictures that create a new reality of snow and frost!

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