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Peter Solarz

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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New series coming with the birds...
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Series WHEN YOU GOT PLENTY OF TIME, THIME, TIAME...
Ghost OrchidMasha Kovtun a Sofie TobiášováZveřejnění online výstavy v úterý 10. 11. 2020Zveřejnění online prezentací autorek v úterý 17. 11. 2020Třetí online...
Ghost Orchid at Galerie 207
Trick!?
Trick, spell, craft..
What we call a trick or illusion, it is something that has to fool the audience, question the reality closer to the mystery!
Trick is a routine - craft!
A way to avoid vulnerability - how not to be embarrassed!
The trick is easy and effective!
Trick as a protective mechanism!
The trick is ironic !
Trick can be learned!
Trick can be seen!
Copy the trick is meta trick!
Get a trick against a trick? What's next?
Be a little embarrassed.
Paint a picture over the couch.
Impress at sunset.
Write a little note about love..
WEARING A TRICK BAG
WEARING A TRICK BAG
WEARING A TRICK BAG
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THANKYOU & small pieces
Mud My Day
We are standing on a hill, hiding in a forest, facing a rock, thinking about a lonely walk, burned into questions about a silent protest. The safety of loneliness comes slowly, hand in hand with blind pieces of looking into the crowd of what we thought were our future selfs. Now the feeling of a dream is just a comic shade of what was meant to be black and white, but turned to be mostly brown. Precarious position of someone looking for something like a truth is devastated by it’s own means. No can be the answer to everything but in the end of the day it’s still some kind of privilege that you don’t have to fall asleep stiff as a rock and being cut from your roots even though you wake up with your eyes full of mud.
the painter
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