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YOU ARE THE REASON
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@mind-dimensions
𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚟, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 (𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟾-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟶)
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Ακολουθώ ευλαβικά…. Ρομαντικά… Γεμάτη έρωτα…. Αγάπη… ❤
… within the in between …
“And, yes, I have been spending my whole fucking day thinking of holding your face in the rain.”
-INTERPRETING THE SILENT ARTEFACTS-
- ACOUSTIC GEODETIC CARTOGRAPHIC OBSERVATION -
PHOTOGRAPHIC INSTALLATION. - 2017 INTRAMURS FESTIVAL INTERNATIONAL OF ARTS VALENCIA ( SPAIN)
To listen to the experimental CD created by Jeff Cobbold:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3ShlN1nbPQ
Photographic installation on rice paper of variable dimensions. The photo installation is accompanied by experimental photo book and cd sounds created by the musician Jeff Cobbold The photographic prints are on rice paper creating an organic work that moves with the sound. The set of the work is variable according to the specifications of the room.
I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.
— Haruki Murakami, The Unvisited
You’re my moon, olive tree
St. Ignatius Chapel, Seattle by Steven Holl.
Photo: Todd Gehman.
Mask tumbleweed down the high street
But cherry tree blossom
Lead through an iron cavern
Corrugated fixation
A gaze of understanding to an open door
Cool crystalline in cylinders
Distilled and swilled
And another grasp tonight
A slow retreat towards melody
When in the peace, an offering
Nail beds mark fibre
Citrus; ripped,
A pithy existence torn by enamels
Vesicle flecks on flesh, devoured
Quand je te regarde dans les yeux, mes pensées te crient "je t'aime, JE T'AIME".
- 13.01.20 -
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