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Lydia Galochkina

awarded with a Honorary Diploma and Bronze Medal of the Russian Academy of Arts

This website presents my recent art works. These and other works can be found in various museums in Russia and Germany as well as in private collection of Boris Yeltsin and other collections in over 20 countries

You can contant me for price and other details on my works

lydia.galochkina@gmail.com

My site on geocities was closed in 2009. Its copy on oocities is out of date.

Creative works by Lydia Galochkina

Female (sitting) Fish (blue) Fish (red)
Female (sitting) Fish (blue) Fish (red)
Turbulent flows Energy Female (red)
Turbulent flows Energy Female (red)
Squares Birth of color Cave Inhabitant
Squares Birth of color Cave inhabitant
Fire island In the rye  
Fire island In the rye  

Monotype

Autoportrait Gone Gone (red)
Autoportrait Gone Gone (red)
Onion Mirror Wheels
Onion Mirror Wheels

Lyrics

AUGUST LYRICS

1.

That is your home and now that is me
My hair to comb and your face to see.
Two colors black-white - I wrote you a letter
Your poem at first light – and it seems better

2.

I squandered several chances
squandered money & a fortune away
to choose your distant welcome advances
neglect the prejudices & to all orders disobey

3.

Here is the rest of the lyrics
Whatever, come what may
I am not playing panegyrics
But the Nymph of flowers
On your way

2012

 

DREAM

I dreamt I embraced the whole Earth
Smelt the flowers blossom on your planet
It was coming a sweet song of mirth
From a garden of pomegranates

The skies & the oceans were your deep eyes
The trees were your hair, shone like gold
And the meadows of Heaven were your thighs
I woke up in your arms - of another day on the threshold

20.10.2012

 

CLOCK

The clock is striking midnight –
All real things are finite
Step out into the new day
To the past I close the gateway

WALK

I was walking arm in arm
With you
In my dreams that night

The darkness stretched
Before us
As nightfall in winter
Comes with a lonely star
And we heard the silver waves
Rippling through the arches
Of the broken bridge
And we felt like lives
Left us behind long ago
Rippled by
So quickly

© Lydia Galochkina 2000 - 20012. All rights reserved.