Hermann Hesse / J. W. Waterhouse | Rosa purpurea

Ti avevo cantato una canzone.

Tu tacevi. La tua destra tendeva

con dita stanche una grande,

rossa, matura rosa purpurea.

E sopra di noi con estraneo fulgore

si alzò la mite notte d'estate,

aperta nel suo meraviglioso splendore,

la prima notte che noi godemmo.

Annick Bouvattier, 1964 | Figurative / Fashion painter

Annick Bouvattier is born in the mid-sixties in Nevers, France.

His father, a pediatrician and art collector, gave her his love of fine arts.

Her father, a pediatrician and art lover, instilled a taste for painting from the earliest childhood.

Annick Bouvattier captures seemingly insignificant gestures in the everyday lives of beautiful women, trivial moments, fleeting glances, words unspoken, speechless stories. She is a painter of silences, silences that many a beholder and collector has heard and savored.

Sekhar Roy, 1973 | Figurative painter

Life is a river, starts from the hilly area, it flows down on plain, collecting the stones, soils and some dirt, making all to fertilizing others but burden for itself.

Sometimes it gets fresh water from rain or by any other small stream, which makes the river strong and powerful.

His life is also the same; it started on 17th August 1973. It was not so smooth for him in his childhood days due to some political and socio economic reasons.

Lee Bogle, 1946 | Native American Art

Collector's know him for his images of Native Americans, often solitary figures of women.

• "I try to convey a spirituality in my art that the viewer must interpret for himself. I want my paintings to show a peaceful contemplation and express a depth of serenity that comes only with quiet inner peace".

Drawing, painting and picturing life are among Lee Bogle's earliest memories. A native Northwesterner, his art has always been more than a pastime. For many years he has described his art as a passion. Bogle continues to live in the Northwest, where he is surrounded by the beauty of nature.

Shakespeare / Yves Pires | Tu sei per la mia mente, come cibo per la vita...

Yves Pires - French sculptor

Tu sei per la mia mente, come cibo per la vita.

Come le piogge di primavera, sono per la terra.

E per goderti in pace, combatto la stessa guerra

che conduce un avaro, per accumular ricchezza.

Prima, orgoglioso di possedere e, subito dopo,

roso dal dubbio, che il tempo gli scippi il tesoro.

Prima, voglioso di restare solo con te,

poi, orgoglioso che il mondo veda il mio piacere.