Karlis Bergs

Ocean Words

By Ian Guen - Murray

Far off where the clouds grow, I look to thee

With step both ancient and near
In mists frothen or clear
To where the clouds go, I walk through thee

What but I may find
Company perhaps
Of the unexpected, the outer dream I talk to thee

Over there Over there

 

The Clouds, They Were Blown From a Far Away Land [Ongoing]

Exhibition at Careva Contemporary gallery / Riga, Latvia

24.07.18 - 07.09.18

Installation shots by : Ansis Starks

Built with Berta.me