Bizzare art play

When we discovered relativity, everything became art.

A bizarre art play that surrounds us. Everybody is an unique artist, in an unique world full of unique similarities.

Rip

A moment of silence for a fogged film.

Some good image I saw through the burning plastic, but nothing lived.

Tip: never load a film in your tank when you're expecting people. This is what happens:

Older story ...

... which continues, through a window, in a strange and far away room.

A chair from which something just departed, in a fuzzy atmosphere.

A blurry feeling is born, looking in that room. Was it a quiet slide in time and space, searching for a real island?

Darkroom

I love the sound made by the developer while I agitate the tank.

I love the way my workbench is clean and tidy, white and waiting for the substances to cool off.

I love the smell of developer. The way my hands smell and the way my freshly rolled cigar has a light chemical scent while I smoke it satisfied by the job I've done.

Rolling the film onto the developing spire will leave so many memories: some nice and some ugly.

I know that I'm actually modifying matter and playing with chemistry for the sole purpose of creating an image. A tiny world that combines and changes in order to represent an unique moment in time - seen, lived and taken by and with me.

Next morning I just can't wait to see my film. I know it's dried and the pictures are expecting me. Everything smells like chemistry, the tank, cylinders, syringes, thermometer are drying waiting for another roll.

Air vertigo

He floats into the air, forgetting the long way made until this point.

He doesn't remember what was on the road, being unable too see what will follow.

Just floating, into some kind of thin air, with a perspective so large that it becomes everything in a world full of perspective, where perspective is all and all is nothing.


He still cares for simple things, but passes by them quickly, amused.

Inside is air. Outside is air. And light passes through it, emerging in a simply ray that vanishes in infinity.

Seeking for something that is everywhere. Seeking for... a breath of air.

Suddenly, he realizes the irony. And breaths.

Appearances in a dark place

In dark place, in empty rooms and in void.

From dark light emerges, enters the room and blows away the void.

Creation takes place as the feeling is born.

We live in darkness. We only have our feelings which lightens our ways. The rest is useless, material nonsense.

Sides

I'm tired.

A mask is a cliche that always works.

In the death car

Because everybody likes Bregovic and everybody has that strange attraction to death or to the fascination it surrounds it.