Some people just make an exhibition . Others try to change the entire concept of what looking at art is about . A magic realistic, interactive(public involved) form of communication and experiencing photography in a shared subconscious dreamworld. Sometimes i am angry at myself for not trying as hard as i used to ... stupid boy ( with a lamp on his head ).
Kortrijk january 2010
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
A DANCEHALL ON PLUTO
plutonic cans filled with pearly tea
you drink up technomusic
like injecting steroids into a violin
the strings grow muscles
and you smile like a dangerous infant
it's the elf with the papershredder teeth
eyes like butterflies caught in lightbulbs
anxiously happy explosions of vowelshaped flowers
the plants with skins of meat swirling
from your topaz arms into a tantric pylon
it's cold outside the dancehall
a dreamless world without oxygen
so stay in and dance
a hole trough the roof of the roof of the roof
you'll be a birthdaypresent
listening to the sliding ribbon inside a box
waiting till some child on earth
discovers you.
GOING IN CIRCLES :
the positions change
in a cyclical fashion
pay attention to
the immaterial currency
called desire
letting the light in
opening the birthcanal of your soul
the stringriver of images will flow
they will come flashing out of your mouth
hall of mirrors vibrate on a fingerprint
a reflection of touch
the ghost in the rain is it's own umbrella of transparence
whispering cold sounds that drum down on leather shoes
a pianokey is a fallin tower in slowmotion
you crush down with your porcelain finger
it's voice widens and touches every object
in an empty room
what is waking up from a dream
a shudder of light that escapes from the eyes
time sliding backwards, speeding up into reality
the softness of your breath becoming hard as ...
you cough up the shape of a planet .
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