Monthly Archives: November 2016

Two writings about the radio.

ONE: We could spend nights in just listening to the radio, On the sofa lying still, There’re talking about mushrooms tonight, You’re hugging me through the landline, I can’t seem to relax or feel right but talking to you got … Continue reading

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I have a feeling of discontentment, A warped view of this place, everyone and everything seem too familiar, The constant threat of bumping into to someone you’re avioding; The only thing that ever changes is the water, The only thing … Continue reading

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Story of the squash

I chose it because it had a stem and for it’s yellowish orange colour, I liked the contrast of the dark green of the stalk. I carried it home in my hand, although it was small it didn’t fit in … Continue reading

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Newspaper book: N°5

This time last year I started to have trouble making things again. I was stuck on a tiny island with no one I could talk to about art and I had a news paper, I decided to make this newspaper … Continue reading

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