bologna; red brick

in each way

moment of alikeness

the way

in states

striking clock

The fall of waves. That now makes me think of a striking clock. Just like my moments there- all there, in front of me, but actually all was behind, so far behind. My present was only a sparkle of present.

instant

come daylight

certainty

alb negru

resemblance

the last fall

i've let my words spill out

17 octombrie

Nu caut si caut si ma izbeste durerea,
N-as vrea sa mai sper,
Si din pantec sporeste durerea,
Si setea, si dorul si-ntruna
Ma satur sa sper.

every word

finding way in

and then i find

one of these days

finding meaning with it

always seem to

walks

this time to stay

colour in wall

i've chosen you

slow to react

self appeal

I usually take my self-portraits while in the country -those are the one that I love. I like having tools lying around by mistake , the cyrle of the sun in all the rooms, shadings from the curtains, old paint on the walls and all that. On these pictures present happened.

I feel the urge to take self-portraits. So it's all natural. Something happens inside and I try my best to capture it.