Self Portrait.September, 2014.


The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream. Jack Kerouac

Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio. Portrait of a Courtesan, 1597.

Derek Jarman. In the Shadow of the Sun, 1980.


Some things I recall, they just light up right in front of my eyes, and other things have been crumbled away and scattered, and only dust and fine rain remain in my memory.… Continue reading


If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant because, everything is unimportant. Fernando Pessoa

Crucifixion. July 2014.


These people were born in dreams, they emerged from the dreams and settled in the most solid manner possible in my monk’s cell. Mikhail Bulgakov

Sergie Parajanov. The Colour of Pomegranates, 1968.

Sergei Parajanov. The Colour of Pomegranates, 1968.

Sofiko Chiaureli thought to be the muse of Sergei Parajanov played five different roles within this film. I to was captivated by her extraordinary features and on screen presence, and decided to produce… Continue reading