CASPAR DAVID FRIEDRICH (1774-1840) BORN IN  GREIFSWALD.  GERMAN ALLEGORICAL PAINTER.

MIKHAIL VRUBEL (1856-1910) BORN IN OMSK (SIBERIA).  RUSSIAN SYMBOLIST PAINTER

MIKALOJUS CIURLIONIS (1875-1911) BORN IN OLD VARENA.  LITHUANIAN PAINTER AND COMPOSER

HUGO SIMBERG (1873-1917) BORN IN HAMINA.  FINNISH SYMBOLIST PAINTER AND GRAPHIC ARTIST

JACEK MALCZEWSKI (1854-1929)  POLISH SYMBOLIST ARTIST

CASPAR DAVID FRIEDRICH

WITH MY HANDS FULL OF FLOWERS I WENT INTO THE GRAVEYARD..  IT WAS A COLD AFTERNOON. THE SUN WAS SETTING BEHIND THE TALLEST TOMBSTONES. I GATHERED COURAGE AND WALKED ACROSS THE SOMBRE LAWN AND TOOK THE PATH THAT LED TO THE CHAPTER HOUSE. THE CATHEDRAL LOOKED DARK AND SINISTER. THE BLOSSOMS IN MY HAND , STAINED WITH BLOOD.

MIKHAIL VRUBEL

I SAW HIM, SEATED THERE, WAITING FOR ME.  I HID BEHIND A CYPRESS AND OBSERVED HIS FASCINATING BODY.HE WAS SO COLD AND ABSOLUTELY CHARMING.HIS TENSIONED MUSCLES...ICOULD SMELL HISFEAR, SENSE HIS NERVOUS APREHENSION. HIS SKIN SO SMOOTH AND STILL, HIS VEINS THROBBING, THE PULSE BEATING WILDE...I STEP FORWARD AND HE WINCED ,WHILE I PLUNGED MY DAGGER DEEP INTO HIS BREAST.

MIKALOJUS CIURLIONIS

DEAD SILENCE...

.WHERE IS EVERYBODY?...

THE SHUTTERED WINDOWS, BLIND.

THE CLOSED DOORS, MUTE.

A COLD AND GRAYISH MIST FALLS OVER THE CITY.

ABANDONED...

DISPOSSESSED....

SMITTEN...

THE DEMON SPREADS ITS WINGS AND FLIES AWAY.

HE GLIDES OVER THE ANCIENT TOWERS,

HIS EYES SEARCHING FOR A LIVING SOUL.

SOMETHING TO APPEASE HIS HUNGER  WITH.

HUGO SIMBERG.

I CAN MAKE OUT A WHITE FIGURE ON A FRAIL STRETCHER, TAKEN BY TWO  DARK MEN, COMING DOWN THE WINDING ROAD TO THE VILLAGE. FROM A DISTANCE, IT LOOKS LIKE AN ENORMOUS SEAGULL WOUNDED ON THE HEAD; THE WINGS FALLEN. THE EYES CAST DOWN.  I CAN FEEL THE PAIN, THE SADNESS.  A PIERCING CRY FROM ITS LIPS STARTLES ME ,AND I DROP MY LAST PILL TO THE FLOOR.

JACEK MALCZEWSKI

THE NEVER-ENDING STORY OF LIFE AND DEATH. A TIME TO WEEP, A TIME TO FEAR; A MOMENT OF BLISS, A SECOND OF HAPPINESS. THE VICIOUS CIRCLE OF TRUTH, REVEALING ITS FALSENESS. FOR THE TRUTH IS A LIE WITHIN A LIE WITHIN A LIE.