Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
(The Doors)
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
(The Doors)
Visual Artist
Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).
Absolutely love the Doors. Great song. Great photograph.
Thank you for your comment!!
Expressive!
I feel some kind of sorrow and sadness,
but at the same time I see a indifference.
I’m a strange person, and I’m proud of it 🙂
Thank you, Malin!! the beauty of the strange… yes, you are!!!! (…smiling…)
Strong presentation with the six faces on an almost straight arc. Gives rythm and ‘time’. The atmosphere fits the words. More than a ‘like’.
Thank you so, so much for your comment!!!! (…smiling…)
i feel you!
Thank you!
you`re welcome ❤ 🙂
Great series.
Thank you!!
Obrigado.
…parece que tudo tem o seu momento… obrigada, também!
Out of the rain the silver tears lay upon her cheeks…this is a weeping song
…it´s time for weep…just a bit… thank you, Alan!!
We can walk with shoes untied
(…smiling…)
…We can do so many strange things…
That’s what makes real people different
…so it is!!
He laughs
an intriguing series of portraits-lovely Kari!
Thank you so much, Meg!!
Streets are uneven when you’re down. Superb life and feeling in this. I am there.
…I know you are, Jack!! (…smiling…)
The only important thing is not become a stranger to yourself.
I make that exercise everyday…I hope it shows…Thank you again, Marcelo!