Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

DEATH OF THE AUTHOR

DEATH OF THE AUTHOR

Why so quiet?

Surely it's not that I have run out of words. These thoughts run non stop. But somehow I am made aware, of myself, my words, my skin. There's no place to hide any more even in art. And so the silence prevails.

CRANES IN THE SKY

CRANES IN THE SKY

THESE DAYS

THESE DAYS