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Polaroid photograph with chemical distortion by Daryl Balcombe
Early morning Polaroid
Early morning Polaroid
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Doctor Doctor
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Oil on paper by Daryl Balcombe
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Do you remember who you used to be?
āThe feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the worldās existence. All these half-tones of the soulās consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.ā Fernando Pessoa