Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Message for You: You look Beautiful Today



Well goodness gracious me....I've returned to make a fresh post. All while I'm enjoying a fresh pot.

The streets can sometimes make you smile, if you open your eyes.

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

once upon a pavement


step out. step out. the pitter patter of a single set of soles. they might multiply. they might get somewhere. faced with governmental machinery. or worse still militarial. the many become few. the few become one. and make all the difference.

This little piece went up in Barcelona around the time protest began in Egypt.

Deface Face



Real Americans, though not very well respected, have a reservation. As do the public.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

boxhead



Living in a box. A myopia pertaining to the inability to see beyond ones own experiences.
What a dose

feat: CHAOS and BOXHEAD

CHAOS' tags can be found all over Barcelona. He is one of the cities most prolific taggers.
BOXHEAD (i think that's his name) is found in quite a few spots in a few different guises. I don't believe I have any more photos though. If only I was a wee bit more organised....

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Corazónes y Cabezas



los corazónes del hombres romperían sin problemas. no son tan facil arreglarlos. pero encontraría lo peor peligrosa es en el cabeza. en el mente.

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

...la veo de reojo...



Ví de reojo una mujer con piel blanco. La ví y me sorprendio. No se como pero ella pudo ver a traves de mi. Dentro. De fuera. Ella me dijo, "porque no sonreis con más de tu boca. Porque puedo ver las grietas en tu corazon? Porque piensas que solo existas al centro de tu cabeza. ¡Escapate! Eres más"

hands free



Always on the up. Subir. Aumentar. From 1972 until today and on, at an ever increasing speed of life. Lets try to fit everything in to the shortest space of time. But really what is a space of time? I can't take hold of it or even see a space of time...

...even so, a space almost implies an emptiness. A void across which things pass...

time is richness. full to the brim