| THANK YOU | A very personal sculpture. Last February, I gave my personal thanks to my biological parents who brought me into this world. Here they are immortalized in the language of clay, a language that came to find me. It is true, alphabets can be made out of dust. Enjoy. 00
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This is when time and up root begin to make sense, these hours, when wasps make honey in the dark, when father swims in sap for the last time, cursing at stars, each day getting blinder and blinder, ham mer mouth and palm spitter, find your way out and leave our sundays alone. SRRC/2012 00 [...]
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Oh my way back home from Asia, I stared a lot into the horizon from my airplane window. The immense view was so peaceful. My teacher tells me that the reason why nature is so beautiful is because it is so natural. This trip was natural. Even though it was scary at times, I challenged [...]
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I’ve been gone since the 3rd of February. My journey is coming to a close and I’ve been taking lots of photos, documenting my trip and reconnecting with people that matter. Here is a quickydickie link. 00
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LEFT: Mandarin Orange Tea Girl. RIGHT: Cocteau Twins Calla Lilly Yes, it’s that time of year. I’m itching for two new tattoos and I’ve narrowed them down. Both will be side by side on my upper left arm. What they mean to me: Mandarin Orange Tea Girl: Milagros Blancaflor-a very important person when I was [...]
THREE YOLKS A JOURNEY ABOUT CONNECTING THE DOTS 01.07.2012 | BRIEFING THE WARM TEA The heart is a complex muscle. It works in silence, in the dark and always alone. My chest is a child on a trampoline, my mind, always a seventy year old man. Read more here… 00
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