Paolo
Sydney, AUSTRALIA
I wish I had been there to see my birth.
Had I been there I might have been able to “sus” it out – all that violent movement.As time goes by it becomes more and more evident that everything, even time, is completely still. Motion is just a trick of the eyes.
You can see it if you stare at it for a few frames. That’s what it all is. Frames. Still pictures and still moments joined together by an over active brain. I wish.
NOTE: The am really interested in producing, viewing and experimenting with the written word – as such the “art” is more just a collection of my favourite photo moments…I realise how amateur they appear =)
Journals
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I always imagined that your strength would pull you through this. But I watched you last night, eating cake casually, talking about the dark strangers, the thieves, the brigands. They came from the flashing box, the door ajar, darkened corners and idle noises – but “It’s just the wind – the fire – the leaves.” / You asked someone for my name. You asked them who…
