A few weeks ago some friends and I secured the old and recently abandoned top floor of a hotel out in West Lake with the intentions of turning it into a private studio/workplace and an occasionally public art venue. Two days ago we began the unenviable task of cleaning and repainting the entire floor. She’s a fixer-upper, to say the least, but the potential for dialogue and creative use is nigh on endless as far as I’m concerned. It’s difficult to talk about, as the idea behind the space is still forming in the hive mind, but all of the artists involved seem excited about the possibilities, and that in itself is a bit exciting. So here’s something of a brief introduction to the Almaz Collective, so named after the hotel we now inhabit. I’ll be posting more as the progress progresses. But oh it’s alive.
from swerve of shore 
Moving…like what I do..but in visual! You are an artist…I appreciate this. Thanks
She only smiles
He only tells her
that she’s the flowers, the wind and spring
In all her splendor sweetly surrendering
The love that innocence brings
Almaz, pure and simple
Born in a world where love survives
Now men will want her
‘Cause life don’t haunt her
Almaz, You lucky lucky thing
Now I watch closely
And I watch wholly
I can’t imagine love so rare
She’s young and tender
But will life bend her
I look around is she everywhere
He throws her kisses
She shares his wishes
I’m sure he’s keen without a doubt
With love so captive
So solely captive
I ask if I could play the part
Almaz, You lucky lucky thing
Almaz, You lucky lucky thing
congratulations! that’s amazing. i’m excited to hear more…
wow congrats – all sounds very exciting! 🙂
Fantastic. Long live the Almaz.