Tuesday, February 15, 2005

The best part of Valentine's Day...


Happy Day After Valentine's Day... for all those other humbugs out there.

Thursday, February 10, 2005


HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

White Line



White Line
by David Fokos

I went to a large art exhibit in San Francisco I few weekends ago and had the priveledge to run across an exhibit of David Fokos' Photography by the Paul Kopeikin Gallery. As a photographer I find his work amazingly inspirational. If it is imagineable, his work is even more shocking in its silence in person. I was first exposed to David Fokos work from an article in Shutterbug in Feb. 2003. However, I haven't seen much new work out on the market since then and I am curious to see some of his latest designs.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Self-Assurace...

'A Frenchman is self-assured because he regards himself personally both in mind and body as irresistibly attractive to men an women.
An Englishman is self-assured as being a citizen of the best-organised state in the world and therefore, as an Englishman, always knows what he should do and knows that all he does as an Englishman is undoubtebly correct.
An Italian is self-assured because he is exitable and easily forgets himself and other people.
A Russian is self-assured just because he knows nothing and does not want to know anything, since he does not believe that anything can be known.
The German's self-assurance is worst of all [...] because he imagines that he knows the truth - science - which he himself has invented but which for him the absolute truth.'

Tolstoy's War and Peace


Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Unfinished love poem...

"The ones I've kissed
are forgotten
in the twighlight
between

where i become
a lingering dream
discarded -

a child eating his
own sandcastle -

a premature snowflake
melting on a pane
of a sleepy window
unnoticed -

the pieces of a
thought
that noone
talks about."



Untitled,
by Leopoldina De Winter


Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Sound Familiar?

Refridgerator Poetry

"the rain used her
weak from want
drunk summer water
deliriously hit het
dress and smooth hair
bathing her in sunlight
a vision in golden blues"

Afternoon Sun Storm
by Leopoldina De Winter