Still life with cat
The still lifes, or small installations as I call them are not always left in peace. Sometimes one of our cats comes along to check if everything is in...
The boulder’s time is not my own
The boulder’s time is not my own,and yet we meet, just in time.In a brief instant, the rhythmsbrush, embrace, and intertwine.Then they release, and each onefollows its own course. The stone has traveled farther than I ever could.It seems to have come from...
Waiting Ghosts
There was the memory, the reflection, and the absorption. All in one. The rocks looked at me, and I saw my own breath feeding the life that lived in their small niches.A disruption in time, a discrepancy between two worlds touching for an undefined period.I thought I...