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One single image, immobile within the flow of time. A sigh of yearning melds into the immense breath of nature that infuses all, and the succession of the seasons caresses the vine-clad hills. Pearl-like, the berries enfold a treasure that man’s hand will unveil, only to be once more hidden, flowing into a bottle, there to rest, silent, waiting, until the moment when the curtain rises and it emerges, the star, the soloist, alone on centre stage. Experience will then become memory, imprinted on heart and mind: kunst.stück, artwork.
One single image - immobile within the flow of time. A sigh of yearning melts into the immense breath of nature that infuses all, the flow of the seasons caresses the vine-clad hills. Pearl-like, the berries enfold a treasure that man will unveil, only to be once more hidden, flowing into a bottle, there to rest, silent; waiting, until the moment the curtains rise and it will be there, center staged, the Star. Experience will then become memory, imprinted on heart and mind: kunst.stück, artwork.
Praise to a seductive enveloping force, almost a flower, dusky and arcane.
Broad as a horizon. Colourful as a winter sunset. And the colour is joy.
The colour shimmers with passionate life, its impenetrable depths promising intrigue and mystery. Wine is like a good book, inspiring our existence with its enthralling narrative.