Paitings why not!

Do not have a clue about the value of art pieces. I like them, I feel them, I think for a second, then I realize I already decided. I will lend them, for a price. Then I will pass them to someone else, adding history and value to the piece. And some restauration. These river was frozen, -10ºC when I rescued it from the cold. It was 9h and it was this or a sega mega drive. With sonic. Though choice. But I will probably manage, like the Ice Tea guys.

Tables - Retro, vintage and Indian

Wooden tables for your living or bed room. Classy, trendy and an excellent companion for a drink or a merlot. Find one of these and you will not wish for anything else when lying in the lounge chair looking for a place to leave your laptop without waking up loved ones during long work nights...

Glass

In all shapes and contours. Glass, so plastic when hot, so hard and fragile when cold, the essence of the feminin existence. As only all women were shaped as fine as these pieces, by windy whispers and soft touches. Hail to them, the guardians of pureness in the world.

The turtle

Precious. Unique. Mine for now, a piece of art and craftsmanship forever. 19th century jewelry for a modest price. His name is Leonardo, like the mutant cousin, and the great grandfather.

The drunk bird

Metal. Black, Karolina threw it down. I acquired it. Not a relique, at least before her touch. Now it is baptized, and his name is Siddartha. We have found something unique, that has a story to tell. Now, and forever. The mocking bird.

Stone from the tropical Islands

This reminds me of my mother and my father, coming together as one, through me. The only symbol of their unity is the gametic fusion and the numerous cell divisions that originated the writer of these bits and bytes. Inspiring, with light from behind to project the shadow of happiness that was once their love. To you, i bestow. I find it mystical, humane and cold at the same time.

The first item - Wood from 19th century farm

This closet was waiting for me in a small market. It came by the hands of Mate and Karolina. For some euros I could get what stroke me as the wooden cousin of the gates of hell, from Roden. Originary in a 19th century german farm, this wooden box is much more than a closet. It encloses secrets of families, stories of lunches and dinners everytime it was opened or closed. Now a small drawer has inside ideas for the future. Old and new merged together. Too beautiful to picture, here is the attempt.