Saturday, January 19, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Ghostchild 1985
and though you lost me running in the wagons of time
the skelletontrain continues riding trough the stations of memory and light
i'm sure i'll find u little boy in a closet down the hall
with sliding doors of oakwood on cold metal rails
as i'm flying in the morninglight down the stairs looking for the buzzing bell
the houseghost surrenders in a kiss of phantomsilver
your pulse beats so fast in the watercircles
the spring of youth will suck you in and throw you at again
and your heart will shudder out your chest
fearfull flourishing petals of ecstatic pink blow trough the ceiling
the bedroom is a roofless box sinking in the belly of the sky
as she slides her crystalblue hand into it gently and soothing
the light ebbs in your body and rolls around like a violent star
breath blooms from the lips
an oval sound
has he escaped or gone back ?
into my body.
and though you lost me running in the wagons of time
the skelletontrain continues riding trough the stations of memory and light
i'm sure i'll find u little boy in a closet down the hall
with sliding doors of oakwood on cold metal rails
as i'm flying in the morninglight down the stairs looking for the buzzing bell
the houseghost surrenders in a kiss of phantomsilver
your pulse beats so fast in the watercircles
the spring of youth will suck you in and throw you at again
and your heart will shudder out your chest
fearfull flourishing petals of ecstatic pink blow trough the ceiling
the bedroom is a roofless box sinking in the belly of the sky
as she slides her crystalblue hand into it gently and soothing
the light ebbs in your body and rolls around like a violent star
breath blooms from the lips
an oval sound
has he escaped or gone back ?
into my body.
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
Kortrijk january 2010
Thursday, January 10, 2013
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