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Saturday 6 November 2010

Jaime Ruas strikes back…

Jaime Ruas sent us new images created in his unique and fantastic technic.

Take a look at his page to see his Art is such a personal one and it has some magic in it. His personal universe grows with his practice of scanner painting, his mixes of types, colors, forms produces a very graphical result.

Personnaly, I'm a big fan.

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Friday 3 September 2010

Exhibition with Chad Kleitsch in LA

Here is the message I received from Chad :

''I'm Included in a group show at a great photo gallery out in LA , opening next Thursday the 9th at 6pm. Sadly I will be unable to attend due to a very bad case of poverty. But please attend and give me some buzzy-ness, bring friends or even enemies. Its new work ( 3 large pieces and 15 portfolio prints to browse) Ive been doing with "scanography" and old paper documents. Best Chad''

Stephen Cohen Gallery 7358 Beverly Boulevard • Los Angeles CA 90036

Gallery hours are: Tuesday - Saturday 11:00 am - 6:00 pm 323.937.5525 phone

Here are two of the pieces he exposes. I also join the transation of the Emily Dickinson letter, Chad sent me. Love letter Emily Dickinson Letter to Benjerman Kimball

"To take the hand of my friend's friend, even apparitionally, is a hallowed pleasure. I think you told me you weree his kinsman. I was only his friend-and yet cannot yet believe the "his part in all the pomp that fills the circut of the Southern Hills, is that his grave is green". His last words on his last note were" a caller comes". I infer it to be Eternity, as he never returned.

Yourtaask must be a fervent one- often one of pain.

end of page one

page 2

Oh Death, where is thy Chancellor? On my way to my sleep, last night, I paused at the Portrait. Had I not loved it, I had feared it, the face had such ascension.

Are even as thyself, For what are stars but asterisks, To point a human life?

Thank you for the nobleness, and for the earnest note- but all are friends, upon a spar.

Gratefully ,E. Dickenson