Dead dog with man
I felt very honored when The Georgia Review asked if I wanted to be the featured artist in the spring issue of 2016. Today it arrived in my mailbox.
… and they silently fell into it and moved within the transparency of all things, yet they were visible to each other, their eyes transfixed on the ornery beauty constantly pouring out from the...
Valerie Marie Osten Shafer couldn’t help but laugh as her grasp of reality slipped, or changed, and she knew she was not tied down by any shape or form, that indeed she was the creator of all t...
Schaeffer Ademaro Mandelbaum was arrested for opium smuggling in 1928.
Valerie Marie Osten Shafer first attended the Abschalten Sanatorium in 1917, where she under the supervision of dr Albert Ruben Hausenfelt Wassenschlagen was treated for melancholia and general f...
Emmerich Sepp Edelweizen-Schnapphalden revisits the Gukkenwald Alps with Pfalzgräfin Ermengard Huette Schönburg-Glauchau in the winter of 1931
Gerard von Katterheinrich Wolstenstein devasted by the death of Valerie Marie Osten Shafer, didn’t marry until he met Zelma Odella Hoffenstaphen Rupenhoff in 1927. Later the following year they...
Valerie Marie Osten Chafer’s little sister, Ludwiga Konstanze Osten Chafer, realizes her deep feelings for Anatol Samuel von Bismarck-Schönhausen as she rises from the Gukkenwald’s wild spri...
Nadine Edeltraud Achen Baader connects with her environment and experiences a revelation despite of her broken heart
Psychoanalyst Albert Ruben Hausenfelt Wassenschlagen with his favorite patient, Valerie Marie Osten Shafer
Gukkenwald never changed. It was the people who changed.
But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The keel of the moon breaks through purple clouds and their quivers fill with dew. Ay, ...
My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do...
She is standing on my eyelids And her hair is wound in mine, She has the form of my hands, She has the colour of my eyes, She is swallowed by my shadow Like a stone against the sky. Her eyes are always open And will not let me sleep. Her dreams in broad daylight Make the suns evaporate Make me laugh, cry and laugh, Speak with nothing to say.
Sola, portrait.
I’m making the world I want to live in part 2
I’m making the world I want to live in
I am on a portrait roll this month, so if you like one, don’t hesitate to contact me at geminitactics@yahoo.com