"Ariadne, I'm coming out I just need to work this maze inside my head  - I came to like you as I killed the beast inside my heart  - That part of me is dead..." From 'The Labyrinth Song' by Asaf Avidan
El espejo de Humo: Tescatlipoca.
Time Machine
Time Machine: into the void
Time Machine: the return
After Caspar David Friedrich
An unkindness or a conspiracy of ravens
The Worship
The Seventh Seal

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Ariadne
"Ariadne, I'm coming out I just need to work this maze inside my head I came to like you as I killed the beast inside my heart That part of me is dead..." From 'The Labyrinth Song' by Asaf Avidan
Illimani: a waterfall in light and shade
The fast moving clouds danced around the foothills of the sacred mountain Illimani illuminating a majestic waterfall and a high altitude shelter hardly visible at the top of the waterfall.
The angels's rest
The angels' rest...
A murder of silhouettes
A murder of silhouettes: a collections of monochrome, semi-abstract images.
White Cliffs at dusk
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Six photographs at Luminair Art Exhibition
For the whole of January Luminair Arts will be committing 80% of two floors of the Gallery to an 'Affordable Art Exhibition' I am presenting 6 photographs: a self portrait, one digital art and 4 still life. If you are visiting Tate Britain or are in the Pimlico/Victoria area, do pop in and visit Luminaire. The Gallery address is 7 Denbigh Street Pimlico, SW1V 2HF
The Self - beheaded
I imagined my death this morning: In a car crash or by a bullet. I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while. Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government, of how expensive life is nowadays, And I felt better, a little bit good. I meant to tell you that I am really ill. As if without skin, hurt by the air around, wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams. An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head and doesn't leve me alone. Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can. [Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]
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