Oh Miró, Miró, Miró— how I love you.
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art / appetite / adventure
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.
The Art / The Appetite
The Adventures
The open road
The Archive
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June
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- light through a straw hat
- spin, dervish
- alignment
- five parts to a great night
- barcelona in ink
- a last look
- decorated
- mercat del encants
- miró
- walls
- perspective
- picasso and the mammoth
- nucleus
- broken ceramics, broken bones
- the greys
- the curve of a clavicle
- the macba
- oh the many things to crave
- stories in stone
- yellow
- la sagrada familia
- breakfast and incompletion
- the first three
- wings and scales
- the many balconies of barcelona
- mary of the sea
- salinger under the magnolias
- hmmm...
- the streetside gallery
- ¡adios barcelona, hola estambul!
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1 comment:
Yes, Miro..... One of my favorite artists. He was right:
" I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music."
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