


Conversation with a shoe.
What’s left is lost in memory interpret by a passing moth.As values change from hand to hand time changes the mark into a marker.For my clothing will fit the earth one day, and happily converse with the grass that embraces my laces.My will be not my no more but...
Strange flowers
Strange flower I shot this photo close to my home. A beautiful scene that gives you more questions than answers. And things to ponder about. Like the relationship between the things we make and construct as humans and how they relate with the environment. In so many...
The simbiose of shoe and tree.
The soul an the tree. This shoe is living in a tree in my friend’s garden. It’s been living there for some time now. I don’t know when Shoe decided to make a pact with Tree, but I guess it must have been a while ago. Shoe has become brandless and...