Heart is weary and worried
Inexplicably, unintentionally,
What is dear to us is the street
And the distance across the lake bewildered?

Does the fact that our eyes
charmed
Found shelter mutual charms
And every moment is a new
We are willing to trust the world.


Artistic Reality words, an image - a vision of a little different, a little different feeling. The world opens in new ways. Or perhaps our sense of the beginning of another sees all, and seeks to convey, show and share. With joy. This is a great joy to experience the beauty, the magic feeling. But how to live with it, own it just myself. Unbearable want to show you want, say, to represent somehow. To express through music, painting, floor. Behold, how beautiful! As we all look like, seeing the beauty of people. And how different, because each sees his own and his own way. And how I want to listen, to penetrate the spirit of creativity in each print. Now, for real artistry, once reflected on the canvas and on paper.


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Pierce is a ray
Freeze it in uncharted bliss
And watch, inhaling hot,
How to let pave word or gesture.

You do not need action all by itself
Comes into equilibrium happy
I grasp the meaning, my God!
They are beautiful, perfect, wonderful.

And no trace of the old vanity,
And all that is needed - just watch and listen
Good actors, songs of kindness,
Giving hearts of the simple comparison ...

And there is a miracle. We become souchastny this beauty, these events, the inner world of the author. We find ourselves in, merge with its images or find ourselves among them. The little girl in the garden for the first time consciously sees a butterfly on a flower. The world is so kind and sensitive to this naughty! World obedient child, and butterflies themselves are given in her little chubby hands. But it suddenly occurs to the viewer? Like myself, I am different, too, took off once the butterflies fingers with flowers.


The picture of S. Kozhina "The Huntress"

I take off my fingers with butterflies flowers -
Is surprisingly quiet and obedient,
As if the gentle tribe of moths
I have already bequeathed his soul.
 
And wait a minute, wings folded,
What will their violet fairy
Not thinking that life offers
Her hands in the gentle elee.
 
But just to touch, and - forget
What is the fragrant flowers with pollen,
What are gardens in which to live,
And clouds and golden sun.

Each piece, artistic, poetic - the flower of happiness. Moments of joy, captured for themselves, to feel, and for others to please, share. You say not all work - it's moments of joy. And make a mistake, no matter what the experience of the author, born in the mind of the artist, poet and musician seems happy, the process of creation, incarnation of the infinite joy of feeling arose why the product gives happiness, joy and goodness to the viewer, reader, listener.


Flowers of Happiness

We all have happiness flower
Coveted, amazingly beautiful,
His dear to us each petal
And every breath, the wind carried away.

We are in search of one hundred pass roads
By this dream for ever-burning,
It is somewhere, it is very lonely -
The child, her husband, the only one favorite.

Among the meadows, the interweaving of lines -
Flower edge green-blue scarlet,
Spring songs sunny wreath
Of cornflowers, poppies and of rosinok.

The finder of happiness in the life of a flower -
Flower of Love, which imparts to us strength,
Give to each a little as he could,
Goodness and joy, even if not requested.

You have not seen more pictures of seeds Kozhina?
Talk with the artist, go to his world of beauty ...

A. Pozelskaya