The Flower pot: another image added to my ongoing 'Still Life' projects

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The yellow rope
The self, fallen
Time Machine
"I am one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind..."
Calla Lilies
I had published these collection of image of Call Lilies some time ago. Here they are once again....
The lake behind Serkhe Khollu
An Andean lake behind Serkhe Khollu, one of the peaks of Serranía de Murillo, La Paz, Bolivia.
Summer clouds
Summer clouds and below the same setting...
Archangel Cassiel, the domain of solitude and tears...
Kimsa Cruz - its lakes
A series of lakes on the way to the valleys of Cairoma, edging the cordillera Kimsa Cruz, La Paz
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
A summary portfolio
These images best exemplify my work... Here a selection of 33 of those images: 1- Imaginations 2- Landscapes 3- A Murder of Silhouettes 4- Still Life 5- Portraits Gallery views at the bottom
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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