.sleep at daylight

and its consequence

fearless of poppies, i keep my days busy. first lines drawn. colours spilled. 

moved in. back into homo pictor state.

let there be.

.lost rite

a song that breaks my solitude in two

so that it has company

ink your own fate. marry your materia prima.
salvations before the saviour.
remember.

.,.

.mañana lobofobica

and the little wolf did no longer know

was it a shrine or a circus

a howl over the city lights. it was supposed to be just a game, and it turned into life of more than one. a hairy mirror to view yourself in - but is it more scary than the beast you hide under the tapestry of your skin?

let me tell you a story about a mask that reveals and a monster that relieves. teeth that reflect and a girl who simply walks. there is a short movie on the way, recorded by a musical hand of peculiar inspirations.

this fall the moon is in the house of an ulv

.means of projection

i feel too well outside the world

outside how it is being lived now, i should specify. my uncommon sense says it is actually the innermost layer of it. that what i like. the impetus of unwrapping. the peal of veils falling at the grass roots. find my ears there, this is the only way.

may we no longer be Sphinxes without a riddle.

.coal, sugarcoated

i can tell you taste like the sky

cause you look like rain

sometimes i like myself in full colour. however, others, some other times prefer myself in rain, while usually it is my own rule of existence. one day behind a glass, encaptured in the name of liberation. that came. a downpour me agains my will.

some of my portraits shot by Henri Senders have been featured for his upcoming photo book. more to tell when the publication sees the daylight.

.leukemia

it all has started when i opened a blog to serve as a pictorial diary many years ago. more for my channels of thought than for calendar scrutiny, and it worked beautifully - both for my drawing habits and the awareness of my inner fabric.

a year after it has closed and here i am, missing everything about my tiny corner in the web, how the entries came into being, how they let me touch the reality in so many ways. today i am breaking this formula with a visual cover of a photography by José Villarrubia to celebrate the moment i first saw it and how it stirred currents in me. 

a long rooted idea of mine, leukemia. the body killing its own protectors. the time killing its finest. i suppose any name for a force of reversion would do. it would still stand open-mouthed and bleeding.

ASSORTED ECLIPSE exhibition

photos by Syed I. Quader

Vegan Wagon

Oslo

november-december 2013