Backwards

Evolution is what heavily lies on our shoulders. As long as there is time, there would also be alteration. And being conscious of our human state, we ought to model this alteration into a positive form. Ought we not? Nevertheless, acknowldging shape means regression through time. The word of the day: movement.





[6 a.m. Brussels North train station]

Sur la vie

Soutenir l'imagination contre la vérité,
Transmettre le pouvoir aux choses entieres,
C'est implacable exister
Et faire dormir
Ce que la vie contient.

Sous le stylo d'un ecrivain ou d'un poète
Les mots qui coulent sont des oiseaux trop libres.
Le difficile a disparu; il n'y a pas d'effort.
Son âme, l'ésprit, est imbattable.

La liberté est une pensée, une langue, un sentiment,
Mais ce n'est pas déterminant -
De l'avoir.
On a la possibilité de choisir,
Si regarder ou pas dans une miroir.

La bibliothèque:La statue qui saute:L'atelier:
[Pièces du Gand]

Blankenberge en detail

Today memories struck me. I got struck by images, by fragments of hapiness and joy. Our memory doesn't hold continuous, fluid souvenirs, but what persists in our brain is the mere fragment. And this is what I want to enhance, with vivid portions of color. I raise the glass to the moments spent there, the Belgian sea side: Blankenberge, a hurtingly beatiful city as I recall it, even through some bare cold shy sun rays.

Sofia dreaming as the morning grew into noon during our train trip:

Perceiving the perspective[s] of our empty train:
Blur view:
More blur [upon Sofia]:
A tiny sea bird resting still:
View from the peer - the crane:
Sea frame:
The peer:

Intermingling sand and sea:

Pieces of sand and buildings:

A closer look at the rusty sand:
Some rare straws:
Light into the sea:

As evening fell upon us:
And it grew even darker while walking into the sea:

The mist lay upon the view:

And the final sunset:

Dynamics in stillness

It is quite intriguing to observe how music matches your inner thoughts and movement. Sometimes the dynamics of rythm overlaps your own feeling and you feel running through time and space. Other times you feel still and conscious. But nevertheless the recklessness of your soul gathers in one point. This is where it all starts. The word of the day is music.

The start

Today I decided I have to upload some of my photos, to let them have a place of their own, apart from my hard disk[s]. Beauty resides in every small piece of our world, and evidence of it lies at our feet. Just an inch away did I find my inner peace together with equilibrium in shape and color. What I pretend is to possess the ability to see the world in my own words. And this is how I am going to show it to you. Infinity is the word of the day.