...and, last.

New work... finally. I am enjoying the new that I had forgotten. Regina Spektor says "try to love the things you took," I wonder if she is referring to photography? This one is for the Masta. He knows the significance of everything. Especially this.

Light is definitely misunderstood. I am at one with the ghosts of photographers past.... 'tis the season.

I bend to the will of the road.

Oh, and sometimes there is mystery left within our communities. This November, there seems to be a misunderstanding between light and darkness...

We never really know where we will end up... just when we thought we did.

There is a new vision for the circumstances at hand.

The new. The old. The indifferent. My days are filled with joy and sorrow, let equilibrium rule...

For the Master... This place is a haven for enrichment... Hommage.

The Mischievous Ones!

Part of the theorists. There are more, there will always be more... Cindy, Boran and Martin... Chimi and JM were also present.

New festivities!

Good day! I played with some friends the other night, theories were discussed. We shall release Pluto from its damnation! Why should it cease to exist?

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Our space, where it all happens...

Velocity, impact of actions... remains / traces. To say nothing about art. Identity : R: eplacement.
Merci Boran. Photo: Boran Richard

Paint by number. I wonder what my impression of painting and landscapes would be...

If there was a thesis, what would it entail?

More on Kein wort uber kunst...

Identity is a strange thing... fictitious, something borrowed, something stolen. Reconfiguring myself at the moment...

My elite behavior

Hey all, this is part of my elite behavior!
Merci pour la photo Boran!