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About Me
the feeling of beauty is the feeling of 'muga': no-self or ecstasy
Nishida
Nishida
collaboration with Michael Tweed
the beautiful foolishness of things
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
on-going project uniting my photographs and text by Michael Tweed
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- Du im Voraus verlorene...
- mighty one
- for herwho lives in the duneswhose feet bear the ...
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- silence falls
- purple in the shade
- das Heilige
- after all
- Lilac Wine
- cancelled meeting
- red flowers
- above all the withered ones late at night, when th...
- ich war nicht stolz
- the black circle
- the red circle
- The Marsh Flower
- Odilon Redon. The Marsh Flower, a Sad Human Head p...
- a sad and human head like a signature upon the wa...
- brown
- mist
- Hillside and slopes were lost to sight in the clo...
- The showers of drizzly mist came closely down, al...
- roses are not red and the sky is not blue
- balloons
- It was, if it was, numbers fly as balloons,you sai...
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- Luna
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ReplyDelete"There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted",said Matisse, well this goes for photography also :-) but it is spring and who cares...
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