We brought the light-box
And put it on the roof of a school.
Po-I fell! It hurt!
I watched a proof photo in Moscow by email and chose a composition.
I-Ching switched on the light.
And miracle happened to a boy from Xsiaolin village:
The moon came down to him from Heaven!
I embrace the moon on a big rock
The rock was cast out from the heaven
And thrown into the valley by typhoon
My embrace is strong and powerful
But still unable to keep the fog in my hands
as life passed away.
I wandered on the land of waste things
Looking for a lost love
Suddenly I saw the light
Someone threw the moon as today's
unnecessary poetic symbol
I picked it up and put in my heart
Magic silver light beamed from
every pore of my skin
Once more once more
I'm the moon for you
Leonid Tishkov. Private Moon
Photographer Po-I Chen
Taiwan's Trip of the Private Moon 2012
Kaohsiung Museum of Fine Arts
On the shore of this island
The army left an abandoned bunker
It became a shelter for the moon during the day
And a stairway in the night.
Her ray is reflected
by the empty cooper shell
Private Moon by Leonid Tishkov
Taiwan trip 2012
Photo Po-I Chen
The mountains parted and the moon
came out of the clouds.
Now my path is clear and straight.
But my life may not be long enough
To get the lighthouse
Where three rivers join together
The lake filled with peace
And me too. I caught a fish but catch the moon.
Would stay here forever,
But there will come a new scurry day
And the moon run away!
Autumn swans are all gone.
I am sick at inappropriate time,
Everyone has gone to the moon for a feast.
I ask my close friends
To steal the moon
And hang it on my window.
The wind and rain making noise all night
The sea of fallen leaves around.
See the sugar moon in gold waves
Jump toward her
And surely drown in gold leaf
Because I don't know how swim.
Hats, bags and umbrellas are all for sale
They are made of straws and almost free!
Buy something, strange foreigner!
Except that the moon will be never yours
You can only take away some moonlight
Photo Po-i Chen
I returned to my empty home remembering
My father brought this firewood.
The unused cold furnace
Was like my fireless, empty heart.
But the moon will bring a new fire
To me and warm me again.
Photo Po-i Chen
At the top of the steps of a seaside temple
(How did I get here?)
Stray cats treated me as a close friend
And my moon, the best friend for all wanderers.
Go where ever you want,
The moon will never leave you!
Leonid Tishkov.Private Moon.Kaohsiung.2012
The moon becomes brighter
Before she rises to the sky.
Which way should I take?
By what river will I meet her?
An empty boat berthed the quay
Looks just like the moon.
Journey of the Private Moon to Formosa
From 13th November 2012, Kaouhsiung
|Ladomir. Objects of Utopia. Homage to Velimir Khlebnikov,|
album and Flying House, 2007 - 2012
|Solntcestan(Suncity) capital of the Ladomir from spaghetti and bread|
|Radio Tower, Stairs and Bread people,|
317 Chairmans of the Globe or "khlebnikovs"
|Tower, homage to Velimir Khlebnikov|
|Sun Flying House ( homage to Ivan Leonidov)|
at Jiri Svestka gallery on Derelict Utopies
from June 28th until August 11th 2012 in Prague
|Dabloid banner: universal sign, silk, 1993|
|Dabloid installation, canvas, acrylic and silk banner, 1990-2010|
|Banner Stop Dabloids, silk, acrylic,1997 and Faсtory of Dabloids,2010|
|Factory of Dabloids, canvas, ink, acrylic, soft object, 2010|
|Dabloid Costume: Vladimir Tatlin's face and Joseph Beuys' felt back side,|
1993-2011 at Jiri Svestka gallery on Derelict Utopies in Prague