Docs from XenonB, tagged "red"

red berries

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 17:51:15 +0000

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autumn poesy

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 12:07:01 +0000

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large and on black

the flower of sleep

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 18:22:01 +0000

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curling

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 17:02:01 +0000

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on black

Whose sun-bright summit mingles with the sky *

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 13:56:01 +0000

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(*a quote of Thomas Campbell)

the red window shutter

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 21:27:01 +0000

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Le Canigou in the evening light

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 21:01:42 +0000

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the red field

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 19:19:22 +0000

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Für die documenta lässt die Künstlerin Sanja Ivekovic vor dem Fridericianum ein gigantisches Mohnfeld wachsen.

up and down

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 15:03:25 +0000

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sometimes life is sweet

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:11:57 +0000

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POP-py-ART

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 20:12:44 +0000

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vegetable fireworks

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 16:36:17 +0000

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red - red - red - red

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 04:45:01 +0000

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seven and two is equal to eight

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 21:09:50 +0000

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To create a little flower is the labor of ages.
(William Blake)

a flapping flame

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 20:35:18 +0000

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Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.
With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank
The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank,
And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine
When the eastern conduits ran with wine.
(Francis Thompson)

fragile

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:44:16 +0000

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shadow on the wall

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:19:01 +0000

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And the next one - The wall project is continued!!

the cropped red wall

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:17:01 +0000

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And here no.2 - The wall project goes on!!

the double red wall

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Tue, 10 Jul 2007 18:04:01 +0000

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I can't stop! Another diptych and the continuation of the wall project!!

solitude

nobody@ipernity.com (XenonB) — Mon, 09 Jul 2007 19:54:43 +0000

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Solitude is sometimes best society.
(John Milton)