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PARK [art magazine] 


Park´s a bilingual publication (portuguese + english). It´s mainly focused as a promotion tool for young, underground artists and creatives worldwide. An online showcase of talent, skill, irreverence and attitude.
PARK 03 ___ artists to be featured:

     

 

 

 

DIOGO REBELO (Portugal)
EBERHARD BOSSLET (Germany)
JAYNE SURRENA (USA)
JOPHEL YBIOSA (Philippines)
MARIE IRMGARD (Denmark)
MARTINA GRLIC (Croatia)
MATT COLLIER (UK)
OSSI PIISPANEN (Finland)
PIOTR KOTLICKI (Poland) 
SWOON (Belgium) 
TÂNIA DINIZ (Portugal) 
TINA HAGE (UK)
WERONIKA TROJANSKA (Poland)

Count your fingers JJ (D), acrylic on canvas 61 x 46 cm, Marie Irmgard, 2011

Count your fingers JJ (D), acrylic on canvas 61 x 46 cm, Marie Irmgard, 2011

 

 

The Copenhagen Letters/ Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais/ (Crisis, i love you) 


Heres to you Miss America 

“What a strange nurse you found for yourself […], it really doesn’t seem like a very good idea […] but then again who I am to talk. To be smothered in all that stuff doesn’t seem so good but in God we trust and maybe it’s good you have someone who can keep your pyromaniac tendencies in check [...] I’ve got you’ve bad here in Copenhagen here, but then again I get lost in all those people whom I’ve got so bad so hold your horses on that plane ticket. The strangest things has happened though – actually two things; I have developed a fear of heights […], remember how I used to love them, actually it is not so strange but I will spare you that story, the other thing is that a couple a weeks or maybe months ago I saw a girl on a bike that kind of resembled our era […], strange to see such a girl in Copenhagen, she was on a bike so it was in passing, I was leaving an opening. […] so, husky eyes are still here […], I know she really broke his heart but he deserves it I think, he is always so lucky anyway […], I try hard not to be jealous […], anyway she had too much past for him, the Americans call it baggage – like luggage [...] attempting to create images through words [...] is that possible? [...]Too much, much too young […], uh, but now we actually are old & I am so surprised of how many of us are still […], vive le weekend vs. the beast in me, the jury is still out on that one but the verdict is closer than it has ever been [...] beginning to feel like home, beginning to feel happy and blessed for the clear water running through the faucets, [...] M is really a great name even if she was always the prettier of you two […]. I think about the desert often, I could go to one of those pyramid countries but I’m not sure I would like it there; it’s too foreign & too noisy, but I should tell you what happened to everyone, but it’s hard to remember, some days I remember everything so clearly and I can watch it as a movie, other days it’s just gone. C has a big sneaker collection and a wealthy husband and […]. Twinkle, mopeds and Melissa […] Black-SteelBrutus […] and rooftop summers […] but I digress again […] I always thought Manhattan was overrated […] I remember every word you’ve said though I try hard not to […]. There are no fireflies in Denmark but the air is clean & I am supposed to appreciate that but every time I am in a parking garage I inhale the smell deep and miss home […]. I took the best and the worst times and I always dance too long, while you always held up your head high and got the best boys even […] , you know he made a music video, gward it seems so outdated: music video – but anyway he did, with little bunnies running around him, what an idiot but maybe he did it to seem taller? Two people or three people […] but I really want to have grandchildren so I sort of became my own chain gang – there are no good in evil hearted woman and I ain’t cut out to be no Jesse James. […] I think the only time I ever liked D was the day he wore a red t-shirt and his eyes looked so sore like they were withholding tears, however it was just a brief glimpse, otherwise he was mostly a cliché of himself […], so is J, he is so old now but he also was then, what an idiot chasing demented teenage girls then and still doing it now […], about D I blame it on the rain MilliVanilli-style […] but sometimes I’m the sore one. […] and no guys wears big gold rings here apart from a few deviated criminals […] the day in the mountains was pathetic and made me feel very uncomfortable though I’m sure he enjoyed it […]. We are too old to run away […], how’s your husband? How’re the children? […] Ave Maria and April snow […], I got tired of just playing bit parts so I retired, I rejected some leads […] that is too much responsibility and I don’t ever want anyone […] again, whether it was really my fault or not […] it wasn’t he was crazy […]. I need a new phase; I miss your clearness and your razor sharp brightness in all this blurriness. To have a fresh feeling would be so good […]. Polly-Meat and […] I do whatever I want, and mostly I want to walk alone […]. Papa blank-expression goes around trying to cast spells but he isn’t catching anyone. He is such a love-pervert and I can’t really stand to see him […].Sanitary sanity that is a good thing but all my friends are so […] dirty and […] don’t have money to buy new […], there are no surprises here […]. […] do you know she married a businessman, how well of her […], no return […] and I have something in my eyes; […] most incriminating parts. I will see you soon or […] actually maybe […] - Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais”