Alice talking to me


“True life is lived when tiny changes occur.”

(Leo Tolstoy)



cold is in the air,
an aura of ice
and phlegm.
All day I’ve built
a lifetime and now
the sun sinks to
undo it.
The horizon bleeds
and sucks its thumb.
The little red thumb
goes out of sight.
And I wonder about
this lifetime with myself,
this dream I’m living.
I could eat the sky
like an apple
but I’d rather
ask the first star:
why am I here?
why do I live in this house?
who’s responsible?

(Anne Sexton, The Fury of Sunsets)

92 years of beauty (and almost 2 months of beauty in her hands) – a double portrait

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“Strange the way the joy keeps changing”

(Carole Maso)

1 month of beauty – a portrait of Alice II

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“Birth, life, and death – each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.”

(Toni Morrison)

Continual flowing


“Direct self-observation is not necessarily sufficient for us to know ourselves: we need history, for the past flows on within us in a hundred waves; indeed, we ourselves are nothing but that which at every moment we experience of this continual flowing. Even here, when we want to step down into the flow of what appears to be our ownmost and most personal being, the dictum of Heraclitus is valid: one does not step twice into the same river.”

(Nietzsche, Human All Too Human)

– Four years have past by, since I post for the first time, and it has been a blissful experience that I have shared with many of you, loyal viewers. I would like to say – Thank you so much, all of you!! (…smiling…) –

In the Archive XXXIII – Nudas Veritas IV


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“You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.”

(Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anais Nin & Henry Miller)

-from de series Nudas Veritas, 2002, analogue, chromogenic print-

1 week of beauty (or Remember, remember II…) – a portrait of Alice

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“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it.”

(Sylvia Plath)