The best pluses about aging or having gained some experience in life is that time becomes more and more like a piano.. Thought, dreams, ideas, philosophy and moments can be played, fast forward and backwards without discrimination of 'timing being wrong or right'. Old private speculations and dreams are commonly shared on the Internet, through books and media and we all know. Fever things
have the effect of a surprise or 'bliss' of expectations. X disappointments turn out to be later blessings.
Where I count these 'blessings' is partly knowing that the raise of human consciousness is for all mankind to share. So why would I project personal semi silly photographs of my self. Well this day was loaded with travels in time while listening to music and interviews with people my inner mirror reflects on the stillness in the very space I thrive in. Life of shamans living in the Amazon, life of artist living in London, life in general in all cultures spiral through ones vision and heart.
The ceiling in my bathroom is blue, when looking further it reaches light and the opening is the sky, the camera is a tool to play with, the computer an instrument. The structure of being is as fluid and rigid as ones imagination. Fifteen minutes traveling through the mirrors, visualizing the skyscrapers with garden roofs. Memorizing the flight of unwritten history. 
"OM 55"
Summertime 2010
"Paintings in copper"
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