Ghost Station Park Memorial

Ghost Station Park Memorial

Was she there yesterday?
The oldest houses
Keep the oldest news
When glorious bells sing loud
The younger joys
The nights of fire
The golden fathers clocks
One by one
The dearest faces
The clearest thoughts
They all
Evolve to another line
In a bad poem
But these are also bad days
Hers is the morning
Night is yours


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Night is yours...

White Mountain

White Mountain

Hold on to your sorrows
Make home in your silence
Surface is salvation
Prevail
Belong
Retrieve
Retain
Dreams overkilled again
And piled in white mountains



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Death Clock

The Clock of Death

All is white in a burning world
JOYS OF an endless morning
All your fears are possibilities
You know, time lies
We're older BUT NOT WISER
Not enough to know when a kingdom is falling
Clouds in cold skies
We, ash from old fire
These are our dark works

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What Rides Through Silver Skies

What Rides Through Silver Skies

Here is where we are.
Ahead, the past. Quiet lights.
Let go your dreams and days.
Break out through songs and nights.
Silent waters wash our minds.
Leave now.

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The only difference between dream and reality is continuity. Another night, another dream. Another day, same life. And if the dreams start being like a continuous journey, you'll have two lives to live at once, and that is more than you could handle.

Spatial Mind Frame

Spatial Mind Frame

Winds. Invisible. Ground sleeping. Shades and rivers arms.
Grayscale dreams in white days. Counting suns. Returning.
Return.

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Another of my "not so new" visual trips, now reassembled in a new set of layers. I added some effects in order to obtain a more expressive texture. A short text again. Just a few words I thought were needed to paint a more interesting scenario. This image is also smaller than usual.

Send/Receive

Send/Receive

Here's how I know your eyes are there:
The skies are on fire.
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If you don't have the key, if you don't have the code, why do you want the message?


Note: Two posts in a day! Has anyone noticed it?...No?...Anyone...?

10%

10%

You stand so strong. My eyes must close.
Say your name.
I know it is Night.


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An older work here. I've created this one not a long time ago. Now it has found its place as part of my site collection. Actually, a simple manipulation of two or three pictures. Blended they resulted in this dark and fluid piece which is called 'Unreachable'.

Life File Verification Done

We pulse to keep the pace
This road of eternal steps, and more and faster steps
Precisely now I am there in the waters of the past
As if I was past myself
Closing mouth of the universal conversation
As if I was the hours raining through rusty days
And carved stones

Not to chase time, but surround the time inside us
And burning fast the leaves of a dead season
Light says ciao to Now in a ghost station
And waves a clandestine goodbye
From dark to darker chapters
Towards the prologue
Of all hesitating and completely constructed life

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NOTE: Due to a problem in my scanner machine, for a while I won't be able to digitalize my paintings. So, unfortunately I have give a break in my "Handscapes" series...I've been trying to solve this inconvenient, but due to my lack of time (I've been working a lot these last weeks) I'm afraid it will take some days more. So, I will continue the posts from this point bringing to you some traditional Photo based works. In this moment I'm out of options, but the Handscapes will come back as soon as possible and the collection of paintings will be completed. Stay connected...

Silent Parades

Silent Parades

Wait and see. Now, here they come. Not a sound. This hours are dead.

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Time/Dust Convertor

Time/Dust Convertor

We can't handle Time. Not in time. Dust to Dust.

I made this picture using paint for fabric over paper. Then I made some changes, digitally, in the color tones and included some samples. Not bad for a first experiment. More to come...