sharing a border

No lessons
can be drawn
from this however.

rain in my head

I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head

bouquet for Eva

as seen in Cyril's journal

to really appreciate architecture

impossible standards
troubled hearts
any question you ask, metaphors
are supposed to lead somewhere
but not all stairs are created equal

to really appreciate architecture,
you may even need to commit a murder.

litanies

angel and insect

a technicolor funeral

i have been practicing

a new way

i have been practicing
a new way to say
that pain is gone
and it is fantastic

recapitulation

"and each slow dusk" is a collaboration with Richard Leach

draw me a mountain

write me a song
an avenue were i can walk

downtown, 14th

thinking of that, it's my place to be free, so i'll post what i feel like.
and it was taken the 14th, so I'll even cry if i want to..

yesterday

as a friend reminded me yesterday, a blog is not an artistic site. more like a diary in fact. another friend said something about being more intimate.

i do think i am very -too- intimate in my postings. still, i usually don't post this kind of photos. for me they are more like ID photos than art.

i'll try it, why not.
one more step.

until i regain the use of language.
meaningful language, that is.