“Nobody knows what beauty is. But when a human being, finds himself close to this beauty, encounters this beauty, he feels its presence, at least through the goosebumps that run down his back. Beauty is like a miracle that a person involuntarily witnesses. That’s the whole point.” — From the
is a garden with a lagoon in the heart of it. here's something nice to come back to: home made molo soup, a poem, a garden as dream making, architectural fruit basket, hollow/hallowed bodies, 13 minutes after, an embrace, nostalgia as a pointed arrow, dinning table with
Namesless is a city underwater. It's also an experiment in accidental collage of ideas and imagery. Just like otters float hand in hand in water, drawings and words can too.
Enormous curiosity about the textures of dreams
Making slaloms in landscapes of sleep you walk alone
