i want.

Somewhere i have never travelled - E. E Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Happy Easter

hello king phillip

Works in progress

A very large doodle

 A Crab from the Fishmongers

Venus, not finished! 

My hero

crest interest

The ruins of Detroit

Ruins are the visible symbols and landmarks of our societies 
and their changes, small pieces of history in suspension.

The state of ruin is essentially a temporary situation that happens at 
some point, the volatile result of change of era and the fall of empires.
This fragility, the time elapsed but even so running fast, lead us to watch them one very last time : 
being dismayed, or admire, making us wondering about the permanence of things.

Photography appeared to us as a modest way 
to keep a little bit of this ephemeral state.


http://www.marchandmeffre.com/detroit/index.html

Contemporary collage

Pina Bausch - charlie Mackesy -

off the richter

Happy national love day

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wonderful Sketch books in moleskins

My brother is a hard worker really...

bad baby