Italian Vibe, Edward B. Gordon |
Gordon says: Here in Dresden, I kept finding memories of Italy. The atmosphere, the light, the architecture, everything was full of wonderful surprises.
Italian Vibe, Edward B. Gordon |
Die Goldbahn (The Gold Railway), Edward B. Gordon |
I just love Edward B. Gordon's paintings and especially those from urban life.
Die Vorbereitung (Preparation), Edward B. Gordon |
6:30 in the Morning, Edward B. Gordon |
6:30 in the morning at the Spree in Oberschöneweide. The river has almost no current. Smooth as a mirror. Occasionally one sees dogs on the bank, pulling their still tired people on the leash after them. The ducks are sunbathing and the boats are still rocking softly in their sleep. From far away you can hear the wheels of the S-Bahn, clack clack, clack clack, clack clack, always in the same rhythm, short long, short long, short long. The beginning of a beautiful summer day.
Der Garten der Malerin (The Painter's Garden), Edward B. Gordon |
I've followed Edward B. Gordon for years and have featured many of his paintings here over the years. This lovely piece is made even lovelier by his reflection on it.
When my mother set eyes on this piece of land in 1999, there were only a few old oak trees and grass. If visitors were announced, you could see them on the horizon a week beforehand. Then she traded her paints, canvases, brushes and pencils for spades, Wellington boots, wheelbarrows and watering cans. The lines of her new drawings were bamboo grasses, birches and fruit trees, the perspective became an avenue, planes and shapes became bushes and leaves, the colours of her palette became the magnificent blossoms of rhododendrons, roses and lilies, dandelions and lavender. It fills my heart with deep humility and great joy to be able to paint all this 24 years on.
Kleine-Torte by Edward B. Gordon |
The Happiness of the Moment, Edward B. Gordon |
There is not a large selection of bars and restaurants here (at least in my opinion) but it can happen that a complete stranger invites you to a bottle of beer on the banks of the river, after work. Sitting under the delicate leaves of the robinia, looking at the river passing by, admiring the golden light of the sunset, the beer tastes particularly wonderful.
In the Evening, Edward B. Gordon The colors of the setting sun reflected in one of the many canals in Berlin. |
Small flowers shine everywhere now on the ground and in the bushes. Like the stars in the sky, only on earth, and during the day. Edward B. Gordon |
A blossoming tree on the beach of the Mediterranean Sea Straits between the Aegean Sea and the Sea of Marmara. Edward B. Gordon |