Foto: tested Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but looking outward in the same direction. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900 – 1944) Foto: Clownhouse III Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love. Benjamin Disraeli (1804 – 1881) Foto: Jon Shave Never close your lips to those whom you […]
Archive October 2011
The Week with… Romance and Rain
October 31, 2011 by · No comments
Theatre of the Absurd
October 28, 2011 by · No comments
Photo: Calliope Diavolo I am the only stage director and I need to: gather all my unconscious perceptions and form them in words; my whole life – I need to hang it out like washing to dry in the sun of my mind. With my imagination I stage a “Tosca”. My sole audience – sensory […]
Artist of the Week – Deborah Grigsby
October 26, 2011 by · 3 comments
An Interview with Artist Deborah Grigsby by Jasmina Tacheva Photo: Deborah Grigsby Deborah Grigsby is a Colorado-based photographer who specializes in creative editorial, wedding, and portrait imaging. Her idea of photography is unconventional and far from the ordinary – merging traditional photojournalism with off-the-cuff angles and edgy, digital artistry. Deborah’s relaxed and unobtrusive approach enables […]
The Beat of Our Lives
October 19, 2011 by · No comments
The revolutionary wave of unprecedented opening-up of national borders all over the world reverberates with a strangely familiar rhythm – is the Beat back in the game or was it never quite out of it?
America in the early 50’s: Ronald J. Oakley calls it the “God’s Country” and at least on the face of it, it looks like he’s right – every family owns at least one car; items previously seen as luxuries – washing machines and air conditioning – have become the norm.
An Interview with Sigitas Parulskis by Klara Barcic
October 16, 2011 by · 1 comment
An interview with Sigitas Parulskis by Klara Barcic (Vilnius, August 25, 2011) Photo by Klara Sigitas Parulskis, a Lithuanian contemporary poet, playwright, essayist, novelist and translator, who has translated into Lithuanian works of A. Chekhov, D. Charms, L. Andreyev, J. Brodskij, O. Mandelshtam, V. Yerofeyev, D. Gorchov, A. Turgenev and S. Shepard among others, was […]
Bansko Jazz 2011 – Ondřej Štveráček Quartet
October 13, 2011 by · No comments
Interview by Dessislava Berndt with Ondřej Štveráček The International Jazz Festival in Bansko is one of the biggest summer musical events in Bulgaria and one of the foremost international cultural happenings on the Balkans. Since its foundation in 1998 the festival has been held every year from August 8th to 13th in the small town […]
The Week with… Autumn Mood
October 11, 2011 by · No comments
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus (1913 – 1960) Photo: 11259551@N02 Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) Photo: jimcrotty.com Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile. William Cullen […]
Early Birds
October 10, 2011 by · No comments
Changming Yuan Photo: Auntie K When I heard that bold yawing Knocking at my double-glazed window A sound in the mind echoed From an unknown voice
Artist of the Week – Yordan Tachev
October 5, 2011 by · 2 comments
Interview by Jasmina Tacheva with Yordan Tachev
Yordan Tachev: “Art is not just a way to escape reality; it’s a way to transform it and enjoy living in it instead of avoiding it.”
Did you decide to become an artist, or did art choose you?
Some people have a gift, but don’t nurture it, and as the saying goes – you use it or you lose it. Of course you have a choice – you can either develop your talent or you can give it up, but once you decide to become an artist, your entire life changes and you become different from everybody else. For many it’s not a proper job, but just a waste of time. Actually it is an occupation just as real as engineering for instance – you have to practice it if you want to advance in it.
In Break Formation
October 3, 2011 by · 1 comment
Donal Mahoney Photo: zigazou76 The indications used to come like movie fighter planes in break formation, one by one, the perfect plummet, down and out. This time they’re slower. But after supper, when I hear her in the kitchen hum again, hum higher, higher, till my ears are numb, I remember how it was the […]