The Remains of Love. August 2013.

Larry Clark. Tulsa, 1963-71.

Sometimes I think nothing makes sense. On a tiny planet, running to nowhere for millions of years, born in the midst of pain, we grow, we fight, we suffer, we suffer, cry, die,… Continue reading

Andrei Tarkovsky. The Sacrifice, 1986.

I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern is my inner life. Fernando Pessoa.

Andrei Tarkovsky. Polaroid, Italy.

Andrei Tarkovsky. Polaroid, Russia.

Andrei Tarkovsky. Nostalghia, 1983.

Jenny Saville. Closed Contact, 1995-96.

    I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don’t want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones. George Orwell. 1984.

A Game of Chess.

Rain.

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. T.S.Eliot

The Throne.