ABOUT GUELYLAND

"One of the smallest , independent kingdoms in the ciberuniverse. Nothing fancy. Population? Just me, myself and my jaguars, my movies and my books (and, at this very moment, YOU). Hided and secret like Skull Island or Opar, the ancients in Guelyland use to read the scrools of a minor god called Voor-Hes.
Most of the treasures of Guelyland are made of paper, plastic and vinyl.Guelyland dreams with expanding in deep more then in surface. The music of Nik Kershaw has been heard here. There are apes, lots of apes in Guelyland. Woody Allen and Bob Hope visit it quite often. Here we love books (the Kingdoms Library is both celebrated and secret) Here we are atheists but very tolerant and think of god a bit too often and much. Guelyland is, the stuff my dreams are made of..."

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Sunday, February 8, 2009

AN EYE IN FLAMES OF INK


(Untitled by Sirli Vaht)
A cosmic eye in flames looking us. But, is it a real eye? Or just his representation. Is it the eye of a burning Fenix? The expression is calm, the shape is femenine. Is easy to imagine the beauty of the rest by staring at the detail that is shown. Or is it perhaps a close mirror reflection that is saying what we are. Eyes in details are usually introspective selfportraits that are trying to find out about ourselves by the means of contemplation while we stare no one else but us, as if it was someone else.

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