Tag Archives: Mearinkia

Ilnieko

The dry daybreak left behind …..

Ilnieko.

In E minor.

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The dry daybreak left behind

water runs, water flows

west, at the evening songs

the rains and the rivers flow.

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Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

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Years have done their deed

 by the looks of the old oak trees

 green leaves breathe in the summer heat.

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The golden nights of a thousand moonlights, dreamt away by the sea.

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Time and tide

day or night

time and tide

rain or shine.

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The auctioneer found the bidder by the eye before the bidder’s call vibrated the eardrums.

The steady pace of the clock tick-tock, tick-tock picks up in the twilight of the day.

Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it that late?

Don’t count the hours, grain of sand, starry, or old late nights.  

Listen, a lower star, wondering further down the road to heaven.

Empty waves on a silver moonlight, rippling on.

Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Thousumie

The golden nights of a thousand moonlight.

Thousumie.

In B minor.

The golden nights of a thousand moonlights, dreamt away by the sea.

Nicolas Lupot (1758-1824) is known as the French Stradivari who shaped along with Jean-Baptiste Vuillaume the French violin making in the 19th century.

Dolce Fine Violins.

Musicpainting Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Time and tide

day or night

time and tide

rain or shine.

The auctioneer found the bidder by the eye before the bidder’s call vibrated the eardrums.

The steady pace of the clock tick-tock, tick-tock picks up in the twilight of the day.

Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it that late?

Don’t count the hours or the grain of sand, starry or the late old nights.  

Listen, a lower star, wondering further down the road to heaven.

Empty waves on a silver moonlight, rippling on.

Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.

The language of music hovers and whips the souls. The light threads ahead.

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Ihoammo.

Time and tide.

Ihoammo.

In B major.

Time and tide

day or night

time and tide

rain or shine.

Georges Chanot (1801-1883) was a principle French luthier, his copies of del Gesu are highly sought after.

Viaduct Violins.

Musicpainting Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

The auctioneer found the bidder by the eye before the bidder’s call vibrated the eardrums.

The steady pace of the clock tick-tock, tick-tock picks up in the twilight of the day.

Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it that late?

Don’t count the hours or the grain of sand, starry or the late old nights.  

Listen, a lower star, wondering further down the road to heaven.

Empty waves on a silver moonlight, rippling on.

Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.

The language of music hovers and whips the souls. The light threads ahead.

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Vienleli

The auctioneer found the bidder by the eye before the bidder’s call vibrated the eardrums.

Vienleli

In A minor.

The auctioneer found the bidder by the eye before the bidder’s call vibrated the eardrums.

Joseph Henry (1808-1881) was a very important French archetier, his bows are rare and sought after.

Tarisio.

Musicpainting Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

The steady pace of the clock tick-tock, tick-tock picks up in the twilight of the day.

Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it that late?

Don’t count the hours or the grain of sand, starry or the late old nights.  

Listen, a lower star, wondering further down the road to heaven.

Empty waves on a silver moonlight, rippling on.

Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.

The language of music hovers and whips the souls. The light threads ahead.

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Oklyko

The steady pace of the clock; tick-tock, tick-tock, picks up in the twilight of the day.

Oklyko.   

Note; forgot to press the publishing button too tired and very late but it is on time on the other media channels.      

(??? was meant to be published yesterday 29-10-22 at 23:20 hr)

In A major.

The steady pace of the clock; tick-tock, tick-tock, picks up in the twilight of the day.

François Peccatte (1821-1855) was a French archetier destined for greatness and sadly died very young.

Musicpainting Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it that late?

Don’t count the hours or the grain of sand, starry or the late old nights.  

Listen, a lower star, wondering further down the road to heaven.

Empty waves on a silver moonlight, rippling on.

Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.

The language of music hovers and whips the souls. The light threads ahead.

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean. 

Mearinkia

Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it late?

Mearinkia

In D minor.

Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it that late?

Pierre Simon (1808-1881) was a French Archetier and most bows are branded as Simon.

Martin Swan Violins.

Musicpainting Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Don’t count the hours or the grain of sand, starry or the late old nights.   

Listen, a lower star, wondering further down the road to heaven.

Empty waves on a silver moonlight, rippling on.

Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.

The language of music hovers and whips the souls. The light threads ahead.

The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.

These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.

Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.

The arts, AI and friendly fire.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Refection from the Mediterranean.