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<\/a><\/p>\nWhite Rose<\/strong><\/span>. \u00a0<\/strong><\/span>\u00a0Wild Horse<\/strong><\/span>.<\/p>\n Once there was a wild horse. Yellow Beauty.<\/span><\/strong> Old Windmill.<\/span><\/strong> Adam And Eve<\/span><\/strong>. Them Apples<\/span><\/strong>. Wheat.<\/span><\/strong> Silence.<\/span><\/strong> The Boat On Shore<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Once a young man was roaming the land in search of a better life. Eve.<\/span><\/strong> The Jug Of Wine.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n There was a philosopher that used wine as a metaphor for enlightenment in his poetry. The Cup Of Choice.<\/span><\/strong> Lady In Red.<\/span><\/strong> Ain’t That A Peach.<\/span><\/strong> Stop.<\/span><\/strong> There.<\/span><\/strong> Venus.<\/span><\/strong> Tulip.<\/span><\/strong> The Moon.<\/span><\/strong> The Sun<\/span><\/strong>. “Plasterines” or \u201cMini Bas-reliefs\u201d is a side art project\u00a0that conveys\u00a0a series of semi fictional stories and myths. These small artworks are a mixture of sculpture and painting, and are a hybrid of art and craft. The project was started in 2013\u00a0as a desire to bring something interesting\u00a0and possibly new\u00a0into the world of art, which is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1783,"menu_order":6,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1281","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1281","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1281"}],"version-history":[{"count":63,"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1281\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2357,"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1281\/revisions\/2357"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1783"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alexlavrovart.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOnce there was a woman in disguise.
\nThose who admired her beauty could not come anywhere near her,
\nand those few who succeeded,
\nwere hurt and injured.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n
\nIt appreciated its freedom the most out of all there is.
\nA man saw the majesty of that creature and wished to tame it.
\nThe horse could sense the danger from far away and never came near the threat.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOnce there was a yellow flower that grew by a lake.
\nIt was admired by a woman passing by every so often. The flower liked her.
\nDays passed, the woman wasn’t showing up on the same path any more,
\nthere wasn’t anyone left for the flower to like
\nbut its own reflection in the lake.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nOnce there stood a windmill.
\nIt used to work for men.
\nDecades passed and the windmill became less and less important,
\nsince newer, more efficient technological marvels came to man’s aid.
\nThe windmill stopped.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOnce there was a garden where a man and a woman used to meet.
\nIt served as a good protection from a burning sun and a cold rain.
\nThe garden is lost now and no book can show the way back.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOnce there stood a fruit tree.
\nIts round shaped offspring made mouths of passers-by salivate with desire.
\n\u201cPick me!\u201d, it seemed the apple was asking each one of them.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOnce a roaming man got tired of his journey
\nand lay to rest in a gold colored field.
\nHe fell asleep and saw a dream.
\nThe man saw himself working in the very same field,
\nsowing and reaping the fruits of his toil.
\nWhen he woke up, he knew what he’d do.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOnce there was silence.
\nThen a man came,
\nsaw the silence,
\nfell in love with her
\nand wanted her for himself.
\nBut no matter what he did, silence evaded him.
\n“Your noisy!”, said she and disappeared in the distance waving her hand.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nHe stumbled upon an old man sitting by the river.
\nThe youngster asked him if he knew where to find a good life.
\n“Why of course!”, said the old man,
\n“It’s on the other side of the river. You just have to build a boat”.
\nAnd the elder explained how to do it.
\nThe first boat sank a few feet away from the shore, its hull wasn’t sealed well enough.
\nThe second boat was overthrown by the wind.
\nThe third couldn’t follow the desired direction.
\nAnd so on,
\nuntil finally after many years of trying the man succeeded in crossing the river.
\nHe wasn’t young anymore.
\nHis face was burned by the sun and wrinkled,
\nhis hair was weathered and gray,
\nhis clothes were ruined by rains and winds.
\nHe sat down by the river.
\n“The old man was right” he thought to himself enjoying the promised good life.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a>
\nAdam.<\/span><\/strong>
\nAdam was a man of logic.
\nEverything was organized in his mind
\nand everything around him had a reason.
\nUntil one day, when he met her.
\nHer beauty shattered his logic.
\nThe organized shelves of his mind collapsed
\nand the reasons rested on them before scattered and broke.
\nThat day Adam felt himself standing at the edge of a precipice gazing at infinity.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nEve was an innocent creature.
\nShe loved to dance and sing.
\nShe lived in the garden and had a friend,
\nwhich she often made fun of
\nfor being serious and looking for reasons in things.
\n” Let’s dance,” she said, “while there’s music in the garden”.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nThere was another philosopher that compared wine to his blood,
\nbut most likely he used it as a metaphor for enlightenment as well.
\nThere was a man who became dependent on wine,
\nhe had to pay a high price for the misunderstanding.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nThe cup filled with wine was placed in front of a man.
\nHe drank half of it and began to feel the warmth inside.
\n\u201cFill it up!\u201d, he told the barkeeper.
\n\u201cThe cup isn’t empty!\u201d, replied the barkeeper.
\n\u201cIt ain’t full anymore either!\u201d
\n\u201cYou can always tell apart a loyal customer from a wise man\u201d,
\nsaid the barkeeper, pouring more wine into the cup.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOne fine evening, a fine lady went for a walk.
\nThe sun just started to set
\nand the clouds in the sky began to turn a red color.
\nJust like the lady, the sky was dressed in red.
\n“Am I seeing double!?”, wondered out loud a man sitting on a bench.
\nThe woman smiled, so did the sky.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOne man planted a money tree seed,
\nwhich he bought from a wandering merchant.
\nThe tree grew big but didn’t give the promised fruits.
\nHe stood there, in his garden, all puzzled and sad.
\nA wise man happened to pass nearby.
\nHe saw the man’s frustration and offered his help.
\n\u201cLook at it differently\u201d, he suggested,
\n\u201dmoney doesn’t grow on trees, but wealth does!\u201d
\nThe owner gazed at his tree filled with golden round objects.
\nHe picked one of them.
\n“Ain’t that a peach!”, he exclaimed joyfully
\nletting the juices of his wealth soak into his being.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nA man was rushing towards the moon,
\nthen towards the sun,
\nthen other stars.
\nHe was looking for peace.
\nIn his running back and forth he stumbled upon a magician.
\n“Stop!”, commanded the stranger
\nsticking the palm of his hand into the running man’s face.
\nThe man stopped enchanted by the magic trick.
\nHe saw a glimpse of peace.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nThere was nothing.
\nSomebody emerged from it for a brief moment,
\nmade some noise,
\nshook some air,
\nthen reemerged back from where he came from,
\nleaving no trace.
\nOnce again,
\nthere was nothing.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nOnce Venus, the muse of beauty,
\ngot into a habit of appearing before a young artist.
\nThe artist had no resistance to her charms
\nand depicted anything her heart desired.
\nEventually he became a successful artist and an arrogant man as a result.
\nHe shut the doors of his studio before the muse,
\nas he thought her to be something of the past and no longer attractive.
\nThe following days he saw his creations losing their grace,
\nand his so called new ideas stained with decay.
\n“Come back!”, he begged his goddess,
\nwhen he faced the gravity of his loss.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nOne early morning as usual,
\na flower merchant came to the market place.
\nThe crowd had already started to gather,
\nand the place was filling up with loud noises.
\n\u201cWhat do you have for sale\u201d, asked the first customer.
\n\u201cTulips, tulips\u201d, replied merchant smiling.
\n\u201cNot much of a choice, is it?\u201d.
\n\u201cNot much, not much!\u201d, the merchant was smiling.
\n\u201cIs this some kind of joke?\u201d.
\n\u201cKind of, kind of!\u201d,giggled the tulips dealer.
\n\u201cYou’ll never sell anything with this attitude of yours\u201d.
\n\u201cYours, yours!\u201d, and the seller gave one flower to the baffled man in exchange for one piece of gold.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nThe night was young but the moon was already hanging in the sky.
\n\u201cHow are youuuu?\u201d, howled wolf to his best friend.
\nThe moon was silent as ever, glowing in the dark.
\nThe two loners spent every night together,
\nthey understood each other and had a mutual affection.<\/p>\n
\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n
\nOnce there was a star among other stars.
\nCold and gray.
\nIt dwelt in complete darkness for millenniums.
\nUntil one day a sudden thought emerged from the core of the star
\nas an explosion,
\nlighting its whole being on fire.
\n\u201cLet there be the light!\u201d, screamed the thought.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"