Friday, April 22, 2011

is just a bed?

sleeping in your childhood bed it's such a warm feeling 
It's the door to all the dreams & nightmares that you had 
I wonder if we could re-dream a dream or nightmare that we had in the past 
Paying more attention to all mysterious things that our mind is creating

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Sunday, April 17, 2011

that's easy right..

two cities ➙16 hours ➙ goal ➙ to spend 500€ 

Thursday, April 14, 2011

pop shop

last week i sold 3 photos of a series of 5 ,  
in a little photo 'students' exposition 
well i didn't get much money , 
but it's feel so Good when people like your work

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

cut care cure

 injure my hand last week , it's incredible how the body reacts after 3 days and i was still bleeding , would be amazing to watch the little men inside me work , like in 'il était une fois... la vie' . But it's over now , like my sewing courses , i made some cool stuff by the way :)) 

Monday, April 11, 2011

Hundred Acre Wood

had a wonderful  day today , with my cut finger went to the cinema to watch winnie the pooh , after so many years and it's still joyful and funny , full of kids in the room it creates a nostalgic happy feeling. From now on , kids stories every month! so long honey!!!

Thursday, April 07, 2011


transported photography , linoleum engraving 
18,5 x 13,5 

(small notebook project n˚ two , 3 copies)

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

⠽ in the making

dentist 9am

spring is the perfect season to go to your dentist
because while he is drilling holes in your teeth
you can watch his birds and cats playing
in his wonderful blossom garden

(well that can only be possible if your dentist has his 'dentist chair' in front of a glass wall with view to his garden , well mine does so i'm pretty lucky)

Monday, April 04, 2011

Sunday, April 03, 2011

sing a song

The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

(it would be nice if we could sing with her to show that we hear her)