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oil pencil. colored drawings, drawings painted in
watercolours,
graphic arts, airbrush / drawing


Seven
fat years
Variation of a biblical subject.
Symbolism in form and color.
Roland Rafael Repczuk
In 1998
Oil pencil drawing
29.6 cm x 41.8 cm


Seven
thin years
Variation of a biblical subject.
Symbolism by form and color.
Roland Rafael Repczuk
In 1998
Oil pencil / 29.6 cms x 42.2 cms


Imer paints a picture
The capricious flowerpot
The escape of the brushstroke from an attacking budgie.
Roland Rafael Repczuk
In 1988
Watercolor pencil
29.6 cm x 39.7 cm


The controversy between
Need and wish
The desire principle
The logical distortion of the person by his avarice.
Roland Rafael Repczuk
In 1989
Pencil / airbrush / 29.5 cms x 40.2 cms
Exhibit: Subjects Pictures gallery for drawings with oil pencil,
colored sketch cycles, studies, graphic arts painted in
watercolours, airbrush
illustrations


The
dragonfly
Dragonflies as symbols of the fertility.
Madonna Friday and the spark of the conception.
Roland Rafael Repczuk
In 1998
Oil pencil / 29.7 cms x 42.2 cms


The
imperator
Move the
life! Learn! Form the people!
Form
yourself! Make good men better!
Roland
Rafael Repczuk
In 1988
Watercolor
pencil
29.7
cms x 42.2 cms


The magic mirror
Roland Rafael Repczuk
pencil drawing painted in watercolours
29.7 cms x 42 cms
In 1998


No fear - Don't Panic
Meeting with death confrontation with life
The bow in front of the gate to another reality
Beyond the familar world
Roland Rafael Repczuk
pencil drawing painted in watercolours
29.7 cms x 42 cms
In 1998

The astronomer
Roland Rafael Repczuk
oil pencil drawing
29.7 cms x 42 cms
In 2008
Exhibit: Subjects Pictures gallery for oil pencil drawings, colored sketch cycles, studies, graphic arts painted in watercolours, airbrush
illustrations
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Seven fat years
A Gift of the extremes -
Climate variations
and its consequences.
Zafenat – Peneach/
Keeper of life.
The bulging fertility.
Pardon and oblivion.
God's wisdom,
God's hand
and God's blessing.
The revelation
by the dream.
The abundance of life.
The harvest
of revealed wisdom.
The American dream–
from the dishwasher
to the millionnaire.
From the slave
to the son-in-law
of the solar priest-
to the second
man in state.
The euphoria
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Tribute
of the extremes
The
Seven thin years–
El-Niño
and the
North-Atlantic
oscillation.
The
seven years climate-
Cycle
and the influence
on
the rhythm
of
the Nile flood water.
The
evil eats the good.
Disastrous
events
throw
their
Shades
ahead -
The
good is buried
in
oblivion
and
extinguishes
in
memory.
Seven
hunger years.
The
famine's spread.
The
decay in the lethargy.
Completely
normal
state of emergency
Avarice
eats responsibility.
Good
times
bad
times–
a
balance
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One afternoon
I sat at the table of our dining room.
Everything was prepared
I wanted to paint a picture -
I took a paintbrush
dipped it
in the water glass
and began
to solve the color.
I was carrying
the red impregnated paintbrush
on my paper
when soon Remi
flew to me
to watch my activities.
The magical line flew
out of the bristles.
You just had to move this
Painting tool.
This exploration had
woken up his
Brisk mind.
He jumped on the paper,
through the color
and followed at first
a little bit hesitantly
every movement
of this magic instrument.
Soon every restraint
was given up.
Remi busily tried to change
the picture to his will.
The paintbrush was mauled,
the bristles was nibbled,
the colors were examined,
licked, passed by, distributed
by his elegant tootsies.
Unsuccessfully I tried
to expel him
from the building site.
Every time he waited
patiently on the painting reason
till the color impregnated paintbrush
took up the beloved game again.
His narrow connection
and a constant contact
soon allowed the develpment
of a well functioning
Notification .
The line walked
about the paper
and left
his multi-colored crazy garden.
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The tragic
mix-up
of
needs
and
wishes
and
the lack
in
trust
towards
the
unique
creation.
The
possibilities
are
always outdistanced
by
the wishes .
In
the mix-up of
Need
and wish
permanent
discontent
remains
You cannot
constantly
be
on the search
at
his people
waiting
and stealing
and
watch like love
dies
agonizingly
In
the trust
on
a fair principle
which life
owns
every
creature receives
its
space.
The
avarice disfigures
man.
First
invisibly,
she draws herself gradually
in face
and body.
There
is no socially
acceptable dependencies.
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The charm
of the mind
Beings weaved cleanness
The conception
the life energy
The parturient mother
The fertility
of two souls
The stainless conception
free from sin
Immaculata conceptio
The divine cleaning
sanctificatio Mariae
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The periodical
return
of the ruler of Solomon.
The everlasting dream
of the golden age
and its
millennial existence.
The prostration
The deference
Gifts for the king
The pursuit
of the sky empire
The construction
of a world empire
The governor
of destiny
The Administrant
the providence
Does man become
a match ball
of an invisible meta structure
and does it degrade him
to its
unsuspecting gratification assistant?
Were the
glorious sovereigns
of the past world empires
only parasites and accomplices
of a multidimensional
omnipotent order
in the structure
of human evolution?
Puppets
of a concealed energy pattern?
Do the voltional
Mercy and
Justice exist at all,
or is the linking
of power and responsibility
an utopia?
And is it only defeated by a
People's visions absorbing
cosmic moodiness?
This world is of full miracles,
consists of luck and moment,
Assumption and view,
shine and gleam,
The one, who does not enter them like a church,
will not be able to see no holiness.
Everybody carries his own mysterious world
which does not like to be discovered by us.
We shall learn in her,
shall create daily anew,
She expects our contributions.
It is our reflection,
where we see our face,
she gives us the answer
to our questions,
we ask.
We are not the world,
the world is in us.
The one who carries the world in himself,
will hardly be dazzled by the external world.
forsight beyond this external world
if is the only thing which understands the world
Memories
to eternity
the medium of conversion
The deep experience of the being,
is the true immortality.
The eternity pulses far beyond
life and death
and so is already present
in the earthly existence .
With the belief in death we enter
the spiral at whose end
life has never breathed. |