Storm

Avner Ben Gal, Storm, 2002, Oil on canvas, 56X71 cm.

All Gone - a tribute to The Servant

Mikve

Shimon Pinto, Mikve, 2011, oil on canvas, 150x130 cm.

"Tous les soleils à l’aube dorment encore un peu, engourdis, nonchalants. Ils se moquent bien du feu du jour qui les attend, Ils chassent les ombres des hommes et des guerres. Tous les soleils à l’aube sont comme de grands enfants qui n’ont que faire du temps…"

(Silenziu d’amuri par Alfio Antico )

Giant Explosion

by RYAN MCGINLEY

RYAN MCGINLEY, Alex (Giant Explosion), 2010

via Modern Art Obsession

Sitting Next to Myself

Phoebe Unwin

Sitting Next to Myself, 2011

Acrylic and powder pastel on linen (122.5 × 80.5 cm)

The Illegitimate Bride

Maria Lassnig, The Illegitimate Bride, 2007Oil on canvas200 x 150 cm

Maya Bloch

Israeli artist Maya Bloch is the most wonderful, gifted artist of Thierry Goldberg Projects, New York, soon to have her 3RD solo exhibition at the Gallery.

Untitled, 2011 acrylic on canvas, 150 x 120cm

shimon pinto

oil on canvas, 2011, 150x190 cm

Liber Floridus

Liber Floridus

Where Flamingos fly Jeanne Lee & Ran Blake

Bill Evans - A Time For Love

Dirty Three / "Long Way To Go With No Punch"

Mom doesn´t Let the Donkey into the House

Shimon Pinto is an Israeli Artist, lives and work in Jerusalem.

oil on canvas, 150x260 cm, 2010

Beautiful Decay

Drune Quoli, 2007 C-Print, Edition 5 + 2 AP 76 x 59 cm

Lady Glittersky, 2009 C-Print, Edition 5 + 2 AP 120 x 92 cm

cafe egberto gismonti

Spiritual America

Alfred Stieglitz Spiritual America, 1923 Gelatin silver print 11.6 x 9.2 cm

- The creative act is not formed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act. (Marcel Duchamp)

The Embrace

Egon Schiele, The Embrace, Oil on Canvas 1917

Gift

A day so happy.

Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.

Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.

There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.

I knew no one worth my envying him.

Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.

To think that once I was the same man did not

. . . . . embarrass me.

In my body I felt no pain.

When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

- Czeslaw Milosz