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Honored to take part in Rearte Gallery’s Anniversary Exhibition


Rearte Gallery celebrates its fifth anniversary. The 5 Year Anniversary Opening Reception will take place at the main gallery in Vienna, Austria on the evening of November 8th at Rearte Gallery Spießhammergasse 4
A-11 20 Vienna – Austria Bus 59A oder Straßenbahn 62. The exhibition will be on display until November 22, 2013.

The exhibition will feature many of the Gallery represented artists, dating back to its opening in 2008.

Artist List: Abd A. Masoud, Amir Khatib, Andrea Groier, Andrea Pierus, Bea Lamar, Belgin Akin, Boris Kostadinov, Brigitte Saugstad, Christa Bramböck, Christine Stigma, Dieter Kederst, Edeltrude Arleitner Emad Ashoor, Evaristo Millan, Fanny Wagner, Florian Leibetseder, Franz Morgenbesser, Franz Viehauser, Gerti Hopf, Haider Wady, Hans Mühlbauer, Herbert Bauer, Herbert Langmüller-Laherb, Ilse Hirschmann, Jalal Ariqat, Josef Kinz, Kareem Kaddal, Karin Leiter, Manfred Weber-Wien, Maria-Luise Miksovsky, Maria Bein, Matej Čepin, Mirjam Wydler, Mitra Shahmoradi-Strohmaier, Mohamed Nagieb, Monika Rienöss, Naoko Muneoka, Naile Salman Çevik, Natalia Grigorieva, Natascha Auenhammer, Rawan Al Adwan, Strijdom van der Merwe, Sebastian Philipp, Ne’mat Al-Nasser, Noura M. El-Kordy,Olga Dmytrenko, Tetsugo Hyakutake, Vesselina Zagralova, Yuko Asai, Zuzana Krizalkovicova



Viaggiatori ed amanti

Pisa, Italia

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

Louis De Bernieres