22 Jun 2010

The     archer    and    his    hands    lost    his    mind    in    her    dream   lands  , 

watering  her  gardens  to  watch  them  grow ,  awaits   an  answer  just  to  know

something  from  a  new  sketchbook  theres  a  story  awaiting .  .  .  .  made  spontaneously  by  a  spontaneous  friend  i met spontaneously at  a  market  on  sunday, i warn you its out there its farfetched but its as  real  style  as  it could  be !  I went and bought myself a  6 am  breakfast for me and the guy who sleeps at my stairs,  the  air  is  warm  and  i  can  feel  some  sort  of chemical fusion between everybody in Berlin                                                                                                          

20 Jun 2010

The   Atomic   Number   1 6
Gugugug cries  the lonely wolf
choking on a spoon of sulphur

7 Jun 2010

She was a blacksmith,
and with her ruffled hands she welded them one,
his ears were bound to her mouth, words and song,
wrapped up swords and twelve months gone,
Their kingdom split. . .  the fallen king Solomon,
now he the lamb,   and she the python
now Rehoboam I will become

remember my dads words before my heart she won

a screen print I did a long while back, of which there is only one, owned by Carlos Rossati himself.
luckily I found this on a stick of memories retrieved from Stockholm the old home, i hear these days its quite sunny in those icy caverns , the bears have gone and the dark hours are getting shorter.

5 Jun 2010

birds are the most beautiful things, they teach us how to . . . . sing