Tag Archives: Volauren

Esseril

The purple key is the key.

Esseril.

In C-sharp minor.

The purple key is the key.

Johann (Johannes) Kulik (1800-1872) prominent Prague luthier of the 19th century.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Return back to the page the unspoken verse.

Hook on to every moment, as there is no loose time to lose.

Above my head, a sky-facing blue-painted window gazed.

Is it this, or is it that? Not here nor there. Choices, choices, choices for spinning heads.

To care for books is to read them and look.

Is the carrot a rabbit?

– Strange words in wine, blossomed through the night.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

Chomefo

The woodless tree became the Christmas tree.

Chomefo.

In F# minor.

The woodless tree became the Christmas tree.

To care for books is to read them and look.

Giovanni Grancino (1637-1709) was one of the early Milanese luthiers.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Letters from the Typewriter.

The weather does not lie.

Every shadow has its light.

The halt of the thought by the round full stop.

The melody’s ghost is still present

The blue wide ocean lays open, where do I start?

The wild winds of literature.

The silent shadows.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Josuva

The lyrics of the song rowed down slow.

Josuva.

In A major.

The lyrics of the song rowed down slow.

Johann Christian Hoffman(1683-1750) instrument maker from Leipzig, Germany.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

Letters from the Typewriter.

The weather does not lie.

Every shadow has its light.

The halt of the thought by the round full stop.

The melody’s ghost is still present

The wide blue ocean lays open, where do I start?

The wild winds of literature.

The silent shadows.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Reflections from the Mediterranean.

Florlisie

Letters from the Typewriter.

Florlisie.

In A major.

Letters from the Typewriter.

Alessandro Gagliano (1700-1735) Naples Italy. As a youth, worked in the shops of luthiers Nicolo Amati and Antonio Stradivari.

Cello Series 3. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.

The weather does not lie.

Every shadow has its light.

The halt of the thought by the round full stop.

The melody’s ghost is still present

The blue wide ocean lays open, where do I start?

The wild winds of literature.

The silent shadows.

There is little room, in an open sea.

Ideologies and losing money don’t mix.

It all comes down to expression and vocabulary.

Key, keylines and their meanings.

These series intertwine, in text and music.

Reflections from the Mediterranean.