cultural hunter
nomadic trail
I fed the food we made
to the birds
caught in between
function
relation
and the horizon takes me back
to future
portal city
object
abject
and the ladybird said
i will pick up a few more pieces along the way
before ending my trip and then let myself go. Part of me will continue travelling. It will carry the shimmering lights off the golden seas and the scent of the orange blossoms in the spring and it will thread stories and people along the way. And and maybe next time we meet I shall be able to overcome my sense of bewilderment quickly in time to say hello.
Matt and Aftermath
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سیه چالی بوده و مست بوده است
و ازین وادی گریزان بوده است
: د
before opening your eyes
you need to close them
and the never ending cycle continues
on and on and on
LA Art Show
unreach
To call something beautiful is no longer a question of aesthetics.
It is a way of affirmation .
so what now?
just be.
AG
all’s good
it’s really complicated really
it was the 90s
things were different those days..
charl
charlie..
screams the man chasing the birds..
she kept repeating those words
as if she were trying to protect them, being able to hold fewer things every step, and in a moment’s notice decided to let go of one more thing and with a loving expression waved goodbye. Watching her disappear into the night with her long steps, I lost many words and the image of walking into oblivion hunted me forever.
invisible line
jump
media boxes