Screen

Shore breeze

The shore road, The walk of choice ,The sway of the hair, The strips, The wall of buildings, The intervals of rest.

Floating shifted tiles

Seeking something, yet without resolution, his mind flowed with water, filling up invisible pores. The water does hold our reflections. If only we can breath it in he thought.  

Haus-Rucker-Co.

A Hermit's Hut

A hermit’s hut. What a subject for an engraving! Indeed, real images are engravings, for it is the imagination that engraves them on our memories. When we look at images of this kind…we start musing on primitiveness. And because of this primitiveness, restored, desired and experienced through simple images, an album of pictures of huts would constitute a textbook of simple exercises for the phenomenology of the imagination.

- Gaston Bachelard

Wayne Levin

Frank Schott

Parallax lines

     I couldn't help myself as her being was that of a beacon of light guiding me, drawing my attention perhaps away, towards, or adjacent to something invisible. She caught my eye as her lines continues to change as she shifted from perspectives. I had to maintain my focus on my path, yet how boring and repetitive has it became with her presence. Soon I found a path that lead me towards her, and I took it by instincts. Within her heart, her lines were spontaneously that of a different world from perceived, though as strong and of the same species/nature. This awareness is still that of a foreigner. 

Underpass

He wanted to swiftly cruise pass the hectic congestion which he knew occurs right before this particular underpass heading south. While some music was being played on the car stereo, he wondered about the niceness of waiting beneath the underpass for the red to change. The coolness within the shade was refreshing and calming. He sometimes finds himself orientating himself with his car to be fixed under some shade that presents itself. For here, under the shade, his patience for waiting is elongated.