August 12th, 2008
What you will find here are dreams, reveries and reflections, all of which have been staged for the camera in order to provide me with a photographic document of my imagination. There is no reference to time or place. There are by no means exact reproductions they are only approximations of intangible events. There is no need to analyse, as nothing is what it appears to be. I can offer… Continue>>
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August 3rd, 2008
As I walk I see the people who have chosen to cross my path today. Their existence comes into my focus. As I breathe in I build up tension. As I inhale and walk forward I become aware of people I would not normally notice in my everyday life. I am keeping a visual record of them. I will recognise them if I see them again.
This concept, the concept of… Continue>>
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August 3rd, 2008
Minute by Minute
With all that surrounds
With all that is sound
To live for the moment…
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August 3rd, 2008
Stunning and deliberately provocative
This bad luck has imparted from the sounds of romance
Check out the local gossip she said
But unlike her previous ventures
She began by taking a six-week vow of silence
I hesitate but later reap the rewards
However limited their appeal may be…
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August 3rd, 2008
I value the time that exists in the here and now where who I am is defined by a black mark held against my heart. I believe these values can convince me to change my ways to times where I see more clearly. Give me time to evaluate the talk of nothingness, the boring idle chatter that pains my head into submission. Pointlessness has returned today…
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August 3rd, 2008
I spoke to the tree on the left who told me to speak to the tree on the right
The tree on the right told me I should not be speaking to any tree from the left
I asked why not?
“Look in those bushes!” replied the tree on the right that’s what happens when you speak to the trees from the left
I thought about what the tree on the right had told… Continue>>
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August 3rd, 2008
Last night I dreamt I was flying on top of my mattress hovering just above the roads, the point of which was to see everything from a different perspective, which I did:
After it became quite natural I began to wonder what if this flight is the one that will never end the one that must continue until the question is answered. Then I began to question myself my ability to… Continue>>
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August 3rd, 2008
I sleep in a concrete bed, in a concrete house, in a concrete street, in a concrete town. I eat concrete meat while I sit on a concrete seat, resting my feet on a concrete heap…
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August 3rd, 2008
The streets have a reputation although their doors keep to even and limited routes. I allow myself to rent beds in houses for an extended period of time. Then I will cross typical depths the ideal stepping stone between me and my confidence…
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August 3rd, 2008
He looked vaguely familiar although deep down I didn’t know who he was.
He invited me to play pass the parcel in a café on the outskirts of town which was for the most part Edinburgh but later Sydney.
We were joined by two others both of which had no recognisable features apart from a small mole below the chin.
My intention was to play one game win and leave without fuss out… Continue>>
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