Elena Shalina /Russia/

"KOLOMNA" Gallery

Russian Contemporary Art

Со мной, с моей свечей вровень
Миры расцветшие висят.

Level with me and my candle
The flourished worlds are hanging/

In gleicher Hoehe mit mir
und meine Kerze
Haengt die bluehende Welt.

TURKEY: STRANGE, STRANGE THINGS ... /Pamukkale, December' 98/

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Is this road already waiting for us?
Is this a step we are supposed to take?
A thousand questions with no answers ...

A midnight guest  

CZECH MOUNTAINS /near Decin, September' 98/

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"The Elbe, being a principal Bohemian river, flows on it's way between the Bohemian town Decin and the German Pirna through a deep meandering canyon, fringed by sandstone walls and towers.
It is from the fringe walls that plenty of magnificent views on the river are avialable..." /from Guidebook/
Yes, wonderful views! ;

PIZA, FLORENCE, MOUNTAINS ... /Italy, March' 98/

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The old familiar sights of ours
Took marmarvellous shapes; strange domes and towers
Rose up where sty or corn-crib stood,
Or garden-wall, or belt of wood;
The well-curb had a Chinese roof;
And even the long sweep, high aloof,
In its slant splendor, seemed to tell
Of Piza's learning miracle ...
John Whittier

CRYMEA, LOOK THROUGH .../Yalta, Alupka, Foros, October' 98/

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This lunar beauty
Has no history
Is complete and early;
If beauty later
Bear and feature
It had a lover
And is another...
Wystan Auden

THROUGH PERMEABLE MIRRORS /St.Petersburg, August' 98

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Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow...
Live is very long...

Thomas Eliot

FOLLOW ZEN-STONES /Vyborg, April' 98/

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Of course you're always, and never
Alone. -Like leaves on bushes,
pebbles on stone
Woke up that morning on the floor
In a foreign house, and knew
Nothing, -just like any any other day
Dan Turell

FOLLOW TREES CLOSELY /St.Petersburg's suburbs, spring' 98/

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The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud songs of the ever-singing leaves,
Has hid away earth's old and very cry...
William Yeats

My e-mail: gard@gard.spb.org