The Scent of Shadows

November 26, 2012

larmes de lavande

October 21, 2012

It’s necessary to transform pain into art. To give form to suffering.
Even if it’s just a common “wringing one’s hands in despair”. This
is also a convention of pain. Without convention there is no art.
At the same time it’s humiliating not to be able to speak
directly, to scream, to weep. It’s not enough.

Sakura Spring Kiss

August 11, 2012

The Neglected Essence

August 4, 2012

Makes Me Smile

June 15, 2012

A Day at The Park

April 6, 2012

London Intimacy

March 3, 2012