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Name: Nonja Title: "Companions" Sex: Female Age: 33 (b.1977-Present) Country of Origin: Borneo but now lives and works in Vienna, Austria Material: Photograph on Canvas Signed, numbered and dated: (signed with Nonja's Fingerprint on the back) 2009 Nonja is a VIP resident at the Viennese zoo and she has been making numerous friends through Facebook | http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nonja/190010092116 Now, aged 33-year-old, she has decided to up-sticks and take her artistic talents to Austria and lives full-time in the centre of the Capital, Vienna. Nonja has been greatly supported by Samsung who have assisted her with her technical problems and issues. Recently, they gave her a Samsung ST 1000 camera, which automatically uploads any photos she takes to her official Facebook page. There, fans can look at her many self-portraits, as well as photographs of her fellow orangutan companions. On Nonja's request the camera was modified so that every time she takes a photograph t

Mona | The Domestic Goddess Unique Artistic Watery Technique. Here is a short essay that outlines a unique artistic and inventive process. Mixing household chores, domestic cleaning products, kitchen utensils, paint and plenty of water, Mona creates her unfinished Masterpieces. Mona’s work is enlightening when made clear. Too often artist’s works are seen in isolation and their work is rarely appreciated and wholly understood. I would like to try and explain the significance of Mona’s work in the following paragraphs. Mona is a bi-racial, multicultural, International female artist. She was raised in the Medina in Tunis, Tunisia in the late 1960’s and 1970’s, at that time the Medina was a place, which harboured the cultured and the aristocratic. Today the Medina is filled with cheap clothes from Dubai and has become more of a marketplace. Like all major cities across the globe commerce is overriding culture but through her artworks Mona tries to empower women worldwide. Her work plays a

World Cup South Africa | Glass Act by Lothar Bottcher. Source:  http://www.obsidianglass.co.za/article/articleview/150/1/12/ Website:  http://www.obsidianglass.co.za Vuvu Africa - Hand blown Glass Vuvuzela It is almost here, the first African showcase of the largest international football event. Obsidian Glass has created a hand blown glass Vuvuzela for you ardent fans! The Vuvuzela is a truly South African icon of home grown Soccer Enthusiasts. It has become the trademark of local soccer games and is renowned internationally with the amount of press this “noisy” emblem has been receiving. Obsidian Glass would like to introduce the concept of a Hand Blown Glass Vuvuzela. Ngwenya Glass in Swaziland has been most instrumental for the development of this glass version. Under the direction of Lothar Böttcher the glass was shaped and blown by the skilled hands of master blower, James Magagula. (This collaborative environment is encouraged by Ngwenya Glass through their annual Glass Design W

A KIDS WORLD We, the Kids of the world, saw God and she looked just like us. So we have been thinking. Should we tell the Adults? We have been sworn to keep her secret sacred in our naivety. God is Santa for the grown ups, shall we squeal? We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us. We had a dream that we were having nightmares. Our local churches are abusing us. Stealing our pocket money every Sunday. Robbing us of our sweets and games. Should we spill the beans to the Adults? We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us. We had a dream that we were having nightmares. The Power of God is with us, the Children. She is the fear and the glue that binds. The church is a place where the Adults adore. How do we tell our secret of what we have seen? We are so scared that if we tell, they will smack us. We had a dream that we were having nightmares. The church makes them feel safe: theatre of the mind. Being betrayed and robbed makes them feel safe. Kids Against Church Abuse

A parting of knowledge found. An idea gently shared with others. A secret told to all who would listen. A love that touches the souls of others. A confidence in ourselves and all that we are. A question raised and a question answered. A giving away of ourself. Our way of giving to others. A value placed on our thoughts. A puzzle struggled with and a problem solved. Anything less would be prostitution. Art is an exclusive Club; Union; Association; Society; Guild; Alliance, Fellowship. Art is diminished, reduced, lessened, cheapened, undervalued, devalued and brought down. DEAD. This poem is far from over. Over to you....

Let us pray and hear what the world has to say today. Let us see what's on TV and listen to what we truly need. Let us jumble every word and make up our pristine news. Let us create a brand new vision for our brave new world. Nations enforce false superiority forcing us to drink. We are gathering strength. Seeing clearly, rising slowly. We have bestowed upon ourselves the luxury of thinking. Witnessing how Nations inflict their vulgar Will upon us. Nobody reads today or do they? We do and we are thinking. Granting those deficient of Will the strength that is within us all. The Will of the world is now armed with the power of the word. In the beginning was the word. We now know what that means. And the word has been asleep while our Will zealously dreaming. We live in a Godless world but our dreams would suggest otherwise. The Will of the world is awakening to find the word is with us. We dreamt we overcame. We are now strong enough to conquer. Look how giving we can be with these o