useless talkWhat a waste of beautiful images that are lost in the network!More Like This
If i had the money I would create real galleries that use the "Virtual". Meeting places to develop enriching relationships: for places. for concepts.
In Milan, Berlin, and in the rest of the world, selling low cost prints. Because it's right to pay an artwork, a job, but it's not fair to create a market. Fuck off
thoughts in form of captions[Reflection 1]More Like This
Photography approaches the philosophical thought more than you can imagine.
Imagining you get to discover a reality that runs parallel to the 'our' reality.
The difficulty is to make it clear to others.
I think the conceptual is not appropriate to 'street photography'. It's like trying to tell a story to a child, having the hiccups.
The search for a language [personal?] often becomes as trying on clothes at a store, I think we should turnaround when we realize it
The difference between 'waiting' photography and 'hunting' (hide) photography: the first is showing you the reality of a moment, the second is showing you a conceptual manipulation of reality; the first gives to the reality the possibility of going elsewhere, the second freezes the reality, plasticizes it.
Blues for April 7Tell me something good, tell me something nice.More Like This
Today I got up early and heard all the bad news twice.
I turned on my lamp but the bulb was burned out.
My candles were whispering, but I needed them to shout.
I heard about a politician and a crowd he shook and stirred.
If he couldn't tell a lie, he could not speak a word.
Now the trombones in the alley are getting on my nerves.
And when I looked in the pantry, I was out of peach preserves.
Nine, eight, seven, six - four, three, two, one.
Five did not answer when I called it to come.
Once I was a young lion but now my mane is gray.
That is all right with me, I take it day by day.
I've got ninety-nine locks and ninety-eight keys.
If you have the last one, would you send it to me please.
The Bookcase Brought You To Your KneesI see your bookcase has brought you to your kneesMore Like This
Because there was too much beauty on its shelves
The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease
Trying to hide the story it has to tell
It has grown thicker with every passing year
Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink
Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering
Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link
Just because the book has remained unused
It does not mean its beauty will diminish
Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow
It does not mean that your story has finished
You will crawl from the shadows to your feet
Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man
Homo erectus with a precision grip
You will grip this pen as tight as you can
And write about how you tend to overthink
And how your idle mind is still in repair
Knowing that overthinking is natural though
When the alternative is silent despair
You wonder if you can still reset your mind
To how it was when you were unread and young
Dust yourself down and cl