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Virtualna galerija |
| Domen "Lombi" Lombergar: Odkar pomnim sem imel neumirljivo željo najti nekakšen glas, s katerim bi lahko požel in prikazal svoja čustva, ideje, sanje in vizije. Motiviran od potrebe osvobajanja produktov svoje podzavesti; razplamteti zavedno mišljenje skozi iracionalnost in enigmo, morda pa celo najti unikaten način izražanja in z njim deliti z drugimi, kar sem odkril sam. Nedvomno smo v dobi novega artističnega izražanja, ki je zaenkrat še v povojih, vendar se iz dneva v dan bolj oprijema, bolj širi. Koščki kode omogočajo novodobnim umetnikom, da uresničijo svoje najbolj divje fantazije ali najtemnejše strahove. In točno to je cilj, ki ga v svojih slikah želim doseči; včasih na lep in poetičen, včasih na najbolj divji in groteksken način, ali pa v kakšni prijetni vmesni poziciji med njima. Vstopite v moj svet... |
| Kustos razstave: Avtor, ki ga v Virtualni Galeriji predstavljamo tokrat, verjetno ni kakšno posebno presenečenje. Spada namreč v ožji krog najkvalitetnejših in hkrati najaktivnejših avtorjev 3delavniške skupnosti. Srečujemo in poznamo ga kot fotografa, oblikovalca, risarja, - najbolj pa seveda kot mojstra photoshopovske manipulacije, za katero je na 3delavnici postal že skoraj sinonim. S svojim brezkompromisnim nadrealizmom nas prepričuje tudi tokrat. Sanjske podobe meša z občutki in metaforami ter stereotipi sveta, ki nas obdaja ter mu tako na nek način drži njemu lastno zrcalo, ki ga pokaže v novi, naključnemu opazovalcu malce neobičajni luči. Ilustrira svet, v katerem živimo, hkrati pa vanj posega in ga tvorno oblikuje. Ko boste naslednjič sanjali kaj čudnega in nenavadnega pa najprej preverite, če ni imel morda prstov (pardon: photoshopa) zraven prav Lombi. Kot vidite, sploh ne bi bilo prvič … Kustos: Gorazd "G" Rogelj |
 | I Dreamed My Genesis I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel Rammed in the marching heart, hole In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled Death on the mouth that ate the gas. Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest Of hemlock and the blades, rust My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing My second struggling from the grass. I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen Twice in the feeding sea, grown Stale of Adam"s brine until, vision Of new man strength, I seek the sun. Pesem: Dylan Thomas |
 | The Decomposition Of Iris Iris, in Greek mythology, Goddess of the Rainbow, the daughter of the Titan Thaumas and Electra, daughter of the Titan Oceanus. As messenger of the god Zeus and his wife, Hera, Iris left Olympus only to convey the divine commands to humankind, by whom she was regarded as an adviser and guide. Traveling with the speed of the wind, she could go from one end of the earth to the other, and to the bottom of the sea or to the depths of the underworld. Although she was a sister of the winged monsters, the Harpies, Iris was represented as a beautiful maiden, with wings and robes of bright colors and a halo of light on her head, trailing across the sky with a rainbow in her wake. |
 | How Shall My Animal How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation"s shell, Endure burial under the spelling wall, The invoked, shrouding veil at the cap of the face, Who should be furious, Drunk as a vineyard snail, flailed like an octopus, Roaring, crawling, quarrel With the outside weathers, The natural circle of the discovered skies Draw down to its weird eyes? Sigh long, clay cold, lie shorn, Cast high, stunned on gilled stone; sly scissors ground in frost Clack through the thicket of strength, love hewn in pillars drops With carved bird, saint, and suns the wrackspiked maiden mouth Lops, as a bush plumed with flames, the rant of the fierce eye, Clips short the gesture of breath. Die in red feathers when the flying heaven"s cut, And roll with the knocked earth: Lie dry, rest robbed, my beast. You have kicked from a dark den, leaped up the whinnying light, And dug your grave in my breast. Pesem: Dylan Thomas |
 | Dreams If I stole away to the meadows to wish a star to my fingertips or blow a kiss to the midnight sky, would you believe me a fool? Or dreampt of inhabiting majestic castles, entranced by royal knights who conquer mythical dragons, would you label me childish? Hiding behind your false facade, finding priority in your riches, you exalt your synthetic world by bowing to the axiom of society. With a viper"s tongue you cripple, judging the creation of my fantasies with pretentious ignorance. Your envy for my innocence is foul. Pesem: Teri Kilgore |
 | Running Fast And Fading Away I reached up to a sunless sky Huge dark clouds rapidly formed Torrents of rain began to fall Drenching me in pain As I mourned. Carried away by darkened fears That gut-clutching panic feeling inside Helplessly feeling as if I were bleeding from every pore Not wanting to face anything anymore. Pesem: Ann Monroe |
 | Symbiosis 9 Most of the interactions between species involve food: competing for the same food supply, eating (predation), avoiding being eaten (avoiding predation). These interactions are often brief. There are many cases, however, where two species live in close association for long periods. Such associations are called symbiotic ("living together"). Vse skupaj vzeto bolj kot študija pravilnega senčenja. |
 | The Transformation Of Daphne ...The god grew impatient to find his wooings thrown away, and, sped by Cupid, gained upon her in the race. It was like a hound pursuing a hare, with open jaws ready to seize, while the feebler animal darts forward, slipping from the very grasp. So flew the god and the virgin he on the wings of love, and she on those of fear. The pursuer is the more rapid, however, and gains upon her, and his panting breath blows upon her hair. Now her strength begins to fail, and, ready to sink, she calls upon her father, the river god: "Help me, Peneus! Open the earth to enclose me, or change my form, which has brought me into this danger!" Scarcely had she spoken, when a stiffness seized all her limbs; her bosom began to be enclosed in a tender bark; her hair became leaves; her arms became branches; her feet stuck fast in the ground, as roots; her face became a tree-top, retaining nothing of its former self but its beauty. Apollo stood amazed. He touched the stem, and felt the flesh tremble under the new bark. He embraced the branches, and lavished kisses on the wood. The branches shrank from his lips. "Since you cannot be my wife," said he, "you shall assuredly be my tree. I will wear you for my crown. With you I will decorate my harp and my quiver; and when the great Roman conquerors lead up the triumphal pomp to the Capitol, you shall be woven into wreaths for their brows. And, as eternal youth is mine, you also shall be always green, and your leaf know no decay." The nymph, now changed into a laurel tree, bowed its head in grateful acknowledgment. |
 | Little Cuts In My Throat (Handomen 4) Should I see a transparent ghost against the tangible backdrop of oppression speaking freely Dapwhere the reaper quests for peace because death be most humane, I shall not answer your call though my heart may plead loudly its voice shall be but drowned in the liquid of my eyes. I trust thee not lest I touch and my touch produce results! How shall I know thy name true? For I hath cracked my door past. Tempted to stand beside you but hath found false hope, fading away. Pesem: Neva Brooks |
 | The Machine A bite of unholiness Deed for nought Break that mountain Get your heroic grasp Shut it down Put on yourself armor Still laying out plans of victory Steeled for the comeback Was there any doubt Shut it down Pesem: Dexter Fabi |
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20.09.2004 ob 21:11 Finnaly  As said before great show! |
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20.09.2004 ob 21:15wau  (v tem trenutku ne zmožen kaj več spisat...verjetno je krivo vso to vino na odvoritvi  )res...odlično...  |
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WTF?! | Skrči.me |
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20.09.2004 ob 21:18 prvi utis - fenomenalen drugi utis - še bolj fenomenalen tretji vtis - fantastičen,... and it keeps going and going pač lahko rečem da sem odkrito presenečen...nisem se nadejal takega števila novih stvaritev...pričakoval sem pač že objavljena.in tole je bil kar šok zame.pač saj sem opisal vtise. res pohvalno ni kej lp anže |
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20.09.2004 ob 21:22 zanimivo in pohvalno! cestitke! I Dreamed My Genesis,The Machine,Little Cuts In My Throat (Handomen 4) in How Shall My Animal so me pa najbolj prevzele. sicer pa zelo abstraktno.  |
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20.09.2004 ob 21:42 Končno spet nekaj novih del! Slike so super, o poeziji bom pa presojal 1x ko si bom mal več časa vzel... Čestitke! |
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CIRCULUS VITIOUS |
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20.09.2004 ob 21:58 Little Cuts In My Throat  |
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http://www.slatnaskejta.com |
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20.09.2004 ob 22:22 Za to si je pa res treba čas vzet. |
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20.09.2004 ob 22:38 Fantastična razstava, čestitke |
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20.09.2004 ob 22:41 Fanstastično.. Sploh si nemorš vrjet kaj vse lahko nardiš :D Res Lombi u are N.1 |
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20.09.2004 ob 23:24 eh ja kaj bi sploh komentirala itak  da je superca |
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20.09.2004 ob 23:40 ja, SUPER, res:) |
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20.09.2004 ob 23:55 Little Cuts In My Throat (Handomen 4) - Re5pect. |
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Prekomerna uporaba klicajev je znak bolnega uma. |
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21.09.2004 ob 00:39 jaz sem brez besed. tole je neverjetn. |
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21.09.2004 ob 01:08 močno močne stvari! |
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21.09.2004 ob 07:16 jep, na tvojem nivoju, vsekakor. Morm pa povedat, da poezije se mi pa ni dal brat. |
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Raziskave kazejo da je 73% vseh statistik napacnih. |
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21.09.2004 ob 07:20 Wheres the wine?!? A sej res sem doma. V hladilniku je. Lombijeve predstavitve je najbolje gledati zaklan kot kokoš, da si lažje interpretiraš kaj sploh dejansko vidiš. V glavnem zadeva je great as usual. Puno stvari, ki jih še nisem videl (and Im sorry I havent...) |
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21.09.2004 ob 08:19 OMG. The machine in pa Dreams sta moja favorita. Lombi, rulaš, ni kaj... |
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21.09.2004 ob 10:32 Heavy man... this is heavy... Spet si prekosil samega sebe... |
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21.09.2004 ob 10:37 Pa da se jest pohvalim. Res super rastava. Se posebej sta mi vsec sliki "The Transformation Of Daphne" in pa "Little Cuts In My Throat (Handomen 4)", ki sta mi vzbudili zanimanje ze na rastavi v Alkatrazu. LP |
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21.09.2004 ob 11:15 Odlicno!  ! |
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Svakog dana u svakom pogledu sve vise napredujem |
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21.09.2004 ob 14:48 Vsecno - zlo dobr vtis dobis ko gledas to ... |
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21.09.2004 ob 15:06 Superbno kot vedno |
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Give comments to get comments |
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21.09.2004 ob 15:47 ...konceptualno, ni kaj...tehnično brezhibno...za moj okus preveč temačno...keep on the good work... p.s.:...osebno najbolj všeč Handomen 4....lp... |
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22.09.2004 ob 11:17 odlično, sploh pa "Little Cuts In My Throat (Handomen 4)", ta mi je najhujša. |
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To know oneself is to study oneself in action with another person. (Bruce Lee) |
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23.09.2004 ob 15:59 Cestitam. My favorite je pa The Machine. |
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26.09.2004 ob 18:33 Poročamo vam, da je pacient trenutno nezavesten saj je utrpel poškodbe pri ogledu zelo odličnih izdelkov mojstra Lombija. Ok, dost hecanja. Preprosto si me zopet prepričal, da si mojster prvega razreda, kar tako naprej. lp Cory  |
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27.09.2004 ob 16:03 svaka ti čast |
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www.tomazic.net |
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29.09.2004 ob 16:50 nice work dude. you fit amongst the most skilled photomanipulators of our contry i guess. keep roxoring. the most koolest of this exhibition: handomen4, the machine. the least koolest of this exhibition: running.., fading.. |
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01.10.2004 ob 23:15 Po dolgem casu pa se moj komentar.. sm bizi :) Enkratna razstava, odlicne manipulacije. Manjka se kaksna starejsa mogoce, meni osebno ljubsa, pa bi bila kolekcija popolna, ampak na zalost ne mores imeti na vsaki razstavi cisto vsa dela :) Me pa veseli, da vidim tudi nova dela v zbirki! |
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04.10.2004 ob 01:35 Še vedno je super! |
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Vsak clovek je tak, kakrsnega je bog dal. Vsak ima nekaj nad sabo. Kdor ni grbast, morda je pa trobast. (Martin Krpan) |
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04.10.2004 ob 20:36 OMFG! |
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05.10.2004 ob 23:46 super raztava, prvic na netu gledam, sam se mi zdi da ce bi sam hotel ustvariti kolkrtolk podobne umetnine mi ne bi uspelo, vse cestitke pa se dobrih slik.... najboljsa se mi zdi pa How Shall My Animal ne vem najleps mi sede, vsec mi je stil zenske in ostalo, mogoce malo pretemacno okolje, sam vseen ni kej za pripomniti, ... |
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13.10.2004 ob 12:33 hudo. Ld |
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17.10.2004 ob 23:32 Zakon JA , končno nekaj novega in izvirnega!! Čestitke |
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17.10.2004 ob 23:35 A pa še to Symbiosis 9 & How shall my animal sta mi najbolj ušeč! |
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20.10.2004 ob 20:50 Je to delo človeških rok? |
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11.12.2004 ob 23:01Kaj si mislim o tvojem delu sem ti že na photo.net na kratko povedal, a bom še tukaj. Tudi meni se zdi serija dokaj izvirna, čeprav bi lahko vlekel vzporednice z določenimi scenami oz. ustvarjalci, vseeno mislim, da nisi toliko pod njihovim vplivom in poskušaš čim bolj izoblikovati svoj izraz. Tukaj mislim predvsem HR Gigera, kateremu si v oblikovanju biomehanoidov na nek način podoben, tudi on se je posluževal za tiste čase ( sedemdeseta ) napredne tehnike - paintbrush, tako kot je pri ustvarjanju umetnin tvoje sorte to danes photoshop. Meni se ne zdijo motivi prehudo temačni, opažam da ti določena gothic in dark oz. metal scena ni tuja, a mislim, da so bile prisotne pozitivne sile. Za negativna čustva pa mislim, da če pri tem so, se jih s sproščanjem energije ob ustvarjanu le osvobobajaš, kar je vsekakor pozitivno. Opazil sem še enega mojstra, ki ti je zelo podoben, oz. ti njemu, tako da bi, če bi ne vedel da gre za dva različna osebka, pripisal vajina dela brez oklevanja istemu avtorju. Najbrž imata iste oz podobne vzornike, oz. vaju navdihujejo enake sile ??? Odlično. Za poezijo si je pa res potrebno čas vzet. [ Ta komentar je spremenil Billy, 19.01.2005 ob 17:01 ] |
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14.05.2005 ob 10:41 hüdo naibl!... kera j bla pa model ?? |
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19.07.2006 ob 22:20 model, zdj pa dobr posluši ... men je ta stil totalno hud. in jst ti res rečm, da so tvoja dela ful dobra.. kr tko naprej, ... pomoje bi mougu ti patentirat ta stil ... |
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