Collage of two brush-painted sheets fastened by silver paper. Format 113x64cm
and here – all the rhymes, hence that the voice faded,
winding between them, as wet hair,
if the winds at all. Leaning on his elbow,
shell ear to distinguish them not rumble
but cotton linens, shutters, palms, tea,
boiling on a kerosine stove, a maximum – the cries of gulls.
(from “A part of speech” by Joseph Brodsky)
Ashes
Bits and Pieces, 2014
Vertical sky
Bits and Pieces, 2014
Patriarchic bridge in the rain
Bits and Pieces, 2014
The “Absence” landscape
Bits and Pieces, 2014
Fire
Bits and Pieces, 2014
To Tomas and Joseph
Bits and Pieces, 2014
The eye will not weep from the lack of an echo
Bits and Pieces, 2013
my place is here
Bits and Pieces, 2014
One day in the life of a small-scale steamship
Bits and Pieces, 2014
Chingachgook’s love
Bits and Pieces, 2014
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