Portfolio
■ { number 22 } ■
From an experimental thought, has come the luminosity of the passing daylight, over the layers of my imagination.
Collection: CityNight, 2014
■ { 7 acacia avenue } ■
At a couple of houses from the very popular property, the 22 acacia avenue, the house is a middle class one where a family assisted to strange events that had seem to had been caused by a man, near there, in the 80's. A strange man, according to the story.
Collection: InBetweem, 2015
■ { englabörn } ■
Angels also exist in the quadratic universe of dimensions. In memoriam of Jóhann Jóhannsson, the best music composer ever.
Collection: CityNight, 2015-2020
■ { the empty area } ■
Descritpion coming soon
Collection: Timeworn, 2020
■ { old man in new castle } ■
My interpretation of a canvas from an Australian painter called; "Old man in New Castle". This is my first painting ever.
Note: I do not remember the name of the original painter. If somebody find is name I will be pleased to add a reference to him here.
Collection: Replica, 2014
■ { anatomy of a color } ■
Descripion coming soon
Collection: InBetween, 2019
■ { joshua } ■
Descripion coming soon
Collection: Secret, 2020
■ { skyline } ■
Description coming soon
Collection: Secret, 2020
■ { air megalith } ■
Description coming soon
Collection: Monochromicity, 2020
■ { steel megalith } ■
Description coming soon
Collection: Monochromicity, 2020
■ { kill me please } ■
Description coming soon
Collection: NewHope, 2021
■ { time bomb } ■
Description coming soon
Collection: NewHope, 2020
■ { it’s raining today } ■
Description coming soon
Collection: Timeworn, 2020
■ { dream of fire } ■
Description coming soon
Collection: NewHope, 2021
■ { anachronism } ■
Description coming soon
Collection: NewHope, 2020
■ { way up } ■
Sometimes there are signs that force us to move eyes away from ourselves, and look way up to the sky.
Collection: NewHope, 2021
■ { the order of things } ■
- The order of things is not always what we imagine, sometimes the order we give to things is the source of our own suffering.
- J.A. Nordström -
Sometimes it feels like time stands still and we're falling into a loop of happiness, a loop that we try to stretch as long as possible. Obviously it is never eternal but, the time it lasts, the bit of loops that we can repeat, this feeling, this atmosphere, this impression, is a pure stop of time. This stop in time is so real that, I am sure, the very aging of our cells stops for a moment.
Collection: UsedByTime, 2021