September 24th, 2010
I
I might know shit upon the fluid mind of photography (though teeth in one’s mouth are threshing the shadows to quiet water)
September 24th, 2010
II
but writing should wall up an entire vision of the heart (if picked randomly it will, of course, have a broken mind of its blood own)
September 24th, 2010
III
gone deaf. As blindness is the only thing your eardrums can touch until the song! (of a copy > pasted tomorrow)
May 15th, 2010
V 1.2
May 10th, 2010
B.1
we miss charles pierre.
handnotes: pub, in the historical flower(s) power center of Bucharest. evil image taken after a first, anonymous, flush. nobody tried to rescue the toilette for hours:
“we share our most intimate thoughts”
“flirting with the afterlife does not scare us”
“let the poems bleed, not wrists”
“it used to be a beautiful wrist watch”
“we publish our DNA”
“do not judge, but heal”
May 8th, 2010
Red digital district
1. I was inspired by one of the most beautiful diaries I have ever read, this is a visual new thank you.
2. because an amedeo blind man paints nudes that nobody sees
3. when I grow up I wish to become. just as if he will ever shrink he might be.
As
I was once naked now I am blind. A skin covered in sun glasses. My soul is used as a cane for trespassing.
I’m building the cemetery of my blind nudity.
We think ahead…
handnotes: a digital condom has been applied on the original foto. it creates a seed sensation. you can not glow without a suited heart: this is the ceo of our future idiocracy
- indoor art found within the National Theatre building Bucharest, RO.
and his insignificant, original assistant:
