OUR CATEGORY : Peycho Kanev

Crawling toward the Answer

We are like the ants, the flowers, the stones. Running around, blooming beneath the sky, sitting upon the graves with terrible force. They crush us, pick us up, carve some words on our hardened bodies. My tiny black, colorful, heavy brothers, I love you all as mad God whirls. ~ Peycho Kanev Peycho Kanev’s work […]

the real question?

I remember this time when I was at Van Gogh exhibition in Amsterdam museum of art, and now I can recall all the colors all the shades, all the frames, how these nuances and tinctures exploding in my eyes and brain. but the thing that I remember most are the Dutch, blond girls in the […]