I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you ... little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me ... for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But ... if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

2.0.0.7. See A.R.T.

Hundreds of years ahead of him. A welcome from the far future to the darkness of present and past, the artist is obvious for the next installment. You are all about to dive into a new dimension of the astrolabe, the images will guide you into the epic tale of the endless space, light and color. Endless darkness, eternal halcyon, the definite riddle. All has the same way…

Fear this!… Fear the forthcoming!.. There’s no way to hide or run away from the discovery…Cosmic doors are open…and yes, it does move, and yes Halcyon goes on the artistic journey without any limitation on time, space and any dimension of existence. Just light and darkness.

The colors hypnotizes the self, a progressive start to the new chapter, showcasing the essential quality of the artist ... Like a poetic harmony, traditional roots are meeting the future, the light fades out to darkness, to repeat the reality of what you have already started … Images are in futuristic compositions, deep mystic layers are lying down to the post modern view of this continuum … Fading into a fabulous artistic collage, you start to wonder and begin to feel. Feel the creationism, feel the images, surpass the hexagonal experience, flow into this translucent river of light and color.

You are all about to wake up in your dream… Rolling spheres, planets and galaxies ... you wake up in space. Lights and shadows, colors and shades of gray are is leading you throughout this experience until the next path in your galaxy. A genuine operatic new age vision, ethereal and unpredictable. In the end of this unique architecture you arrive to an oozing silent scream in an unbreakable silence, the extra terrestrial masterpiece and the morphing soul is now frozen with the coldness… Art is here ... Alive!

From dream to nightmare, from light to darkness, these images collide together to bring you closer to your inner demons. It's a dark, haunting atmosphere… Stars are all falling down, from this precious invisible love, heading to the volcanic moon of Jupiter, meet the natives, see the shades of the mechanism, something organic breathing there, it is excited to see you, staring at you with red eyes…It's the artist himself, but every journey has a returning time, so you are bond to go back. You are flowing, you are dreaming … of someone left behind. You left a piece of your heart in your last stop, it is aching deep inside, but this is what the artist is feeding… true emotions. Very special emotions, with loads of senses inside. This is an image not to be seen, an image for just to be felt inside.No words can describe the feeling in this image…Sensual, capturing, mesmerizing layers…

This is the ending perspective in a night dream in which you are all gazing into the dark sky at the glimmering stars … hoping ... for better! Hoping ... for more Halcyon.

The end was actually hiding a new beginning in its sphere ... darkness became the light, the wind turned into the smell of fear… and the endless space has started sending the message. It was the time to decode the signals from the laboratory of the alchemist … We are obscure, we are complex … Feel the routine ... see the unfathomable and the esoteric movement of the astrolabe… See ART!

Dreaming of Andromeda ... 2007 ... Soon ...

Shh ... Secrets!

Some houses

Houses... are alive. This is something we know. News from our nerve endings. If we're quiet, if we listen, we can hear houses breath. Sometimes, in the depth of the night, you can even hear them groan. It's as if they were having bad dreams. A good house cradles and comforts, a bad one fills us with instinctive unease. Bad houses hate our warmth and our human-ness. That blind hate of our humanity is what we mean when we use the word 'haunted'...

Is it life ?

It never felt so right before
They need to be in it much more
They can't believe this kind of fate
They can't runaway...
Is it life?

Scents

Black XS, by Paco Rabanne

Millésime Impérial, by Creed

Together

Animals, Objects, Humans
We all are the same ...
Together

Past, Present, Future

Falling stars

Words ...

What more can i say ?

4 the 1st time

Hear my spirit crying in the night and i feel like i'm in love with you ... for the first time.
I believe you feel you gotta be and i feel like everything you do, you do it for me

For the first time ...
For me ... for me

Can you handle what i feel ?

Can you ?

I am sitting by the moon

Hello!

Looks like a storm is coming

Haze ... breathe in

Haze, with no air to breathe
Blaze, from the sunshine
Standing, fresh air from deep within
Faeries dancing all over me

Here, where love can grow
Clear, still waters
Blue, from a summer sky
True words never die

Gazing at a perfect sky
Close your eyes, and I'll be there by your side
Dreaming of the days gone by
Take me back to when I was by your side,

I need some sleep

I need some sleep
I can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss

Light

Listen ...

No words ... just sounds ...

"Out by 16 ... "

Out by 16 or dead
in the scene, but together forever.


                 
Lie down!


                 
Lie down!


                 
Thought you were gonna die.


                 
I'm changing ...
full moons have nothing to do with it.


                 
It's like an infection
it works from the inside out.


                 
It's like a virus.


                 
Something is really,
really wrong with me.


                 
I can't be like this.


                 
This is monkshood.


                 
I don't know if you smoke it
or eat it or what,


                 
but I need to try it now.


                 
Ginger!
Please, it's me ... 

Don't slip away ...

There is something in the way
You're always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
I don't believe in God
But I pray for you

Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love

There is something in the way
You're always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
So the light fades out
And you're so close to lose it

Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love

Fight ...

This was an accident, not the kind were sirens sound, I never even noticed he was suddenly paying attention to me. From the look in his eyes i knew he never felt delicate or innocent, but scared and ready for a fight for survival. It's like life ... still somebody loses cause there's no way to turn around and you have to be ready for anything. Staring at this photograph, with everything now in the past, he looks like he never felt so lonely and I wish that I could show him love.
Random acts of mindlessness, common place, occurrences, chances or surprises, another state of consciousness ... Some animal loses cause there's no way to turn around. Humans play games and play tricks, but they don't even notice that, by their side, someone, something is , hurting, crying or dying. It's a matter of luck ... like a game of pick up sticks played by fucking lunatics.
Fight for animal rights!

Suicide

Have you ever thought about committing suicide? Leaving the world behind ? The sorrow, the pain and fear of the unknown future ... all gone in an instant. Delivering from any human needs and pressure in just one second ... one second. Your cry for help is lost in this lonely world in which you are completely alone and nobody helps you when you're feeling down ... the loneliness is breaking your heart. It would be so simple to go down the stairs of the final way, but the fear of the unknown world beyond, of having nothing, of being nothing keeps you on your designated way and takes away your longing for self-destruction. That is why you will never commit suicide.

"Dreaming ... "

Stand by me and look at me
Sleep next to me and dream about me
No use to remember everything that's been
Because all that was is now gone.
Sing with me and listen to me
Cry for me and rescue me.
It's not hard to think that you are me
And my desire is yours.
Turn off the light and light me
Rip from you, make me whole


Stop my dreaming and wake me up.

Lyrics by Vita de Vie - Visare (english transcript)

"They"

Cluj, Romania, Europe, 2006.
I found them sitting on a bench. Waiting ... for nothing. People didn't notice them, but that's okay, because they didn't notice other people. They were waiting ... it doesn't matter for what, they already knew it was too late. Just the endless procession of minutes, hours, days... Who knew how many days they sat there ? ... Maybe the dog, always happy to see them. They left me to my darkest lesson, that in the end, we are alone, and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity.Zalau, Romania, Europe, 2006.
I found him behind the dirty blocks of flats of my neighborhood, among dirt, garbage and misery. I knew him ... didn't knew his name, but his face was familliar to everyone. He's been here for a long time, but his mind was far away. "Mentally challenged" they say... living his perfect little life in his own little perfect world. He didn't knew i was there, watching him ... he didn't care. He was looking for something. Scattering the dead leaves, empty plastic containers and dirt, he was looking for something. I'll never know what ... Whatever happened to him I do not know. He goes on, day by day, night by night. His spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.

Love, ash and cancer

Life ... it starts, it ends, and you have nothing to do about it. Like cancer ... Don't smoke!