Photography, Art, Writing, Poetry

Month: May, 2013

EveRYdaY a CreaTioN #4

Morzin Moors

Morzin Moors


EveRYdaY a CreaTioN #3

Hole in the sky

Hole in  the Sky #1

I Dream in Red and Cry in Blue

I dream in red and cry in blue

At night

When the sky throws all its darkness over the land

When I escape to the elysian fields of childhood

When I escape into the landscapes of dreams

I dream in red and cry in blue

Before I wake up in solitary coldness

Art Photography #2 – Patternscape

Art Photography #1 – Fading Colours

Fading Color I


Fading Color II


Fading Color III

Vertical Ascent #2

Steel beam at Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Steel beam at Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Vertical Ascend #1

Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Tate Modern, London, April 2013
Tate Modern, London, April 2013


We made it as finalists!!!

We made it as finalists … but didn’t win.

<p><a href=”″>Children of the Sun</a> from <a href=”″>Leanne Rivers</a> on <a href=””>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

Filmed and directed by Leanne Rivers,

The video was selected as finalist in April 2013 –

EveRYdaY a CreaTioN #2

Tate Modern 1

Tate Modern, London, April 2013


Tate Modern 2

Tate Modern, London, April 2013

Doesn’t Death give birth to Life?

Doesn’t Death give birth to Life?

Gravestone at Highgate cemetery, London.

Gravestone at Highgate cemetery, London.

What is Death?

I always had too much memory

stilllookingtwo.jpg~originalI can describe in detail places, the weather, the mood of 20 years ago. My friends are surprised, they who can hardly even remember the very special events in their lives. Details ivade me, I go over it all. My friends slowly tire of all my regrets; I am not good company. Especially because for some time, the shadow that follows me is not mine. It is much smaller and lighter and sometimes I can hear it whispering, laughing, telling me stories or even whine a bit when I move too fast and it is tired. I really believe that I regognize this shadow. I talk whith it and only it pleases me. I get the feeling the world is slowly moving away and soon it will only be my shadow friend and me. There will come a day when I will no longer be able to stand, we think that day will never come but it is not always because of old age. Far away from the pack, my words will glide over the smooth bodies of others, we will no longer understand each other and I will already be long gone. In the crowd which I never liked, I will feel even less apt at elbowing out a place for myself. I’ll slide down the slope. In the wind, under the tree, it is ashes that will flow over my hands. The screen of the world will show films in an unknown dialect, the images will be unfamiliar to me and emotionally empty. No tears in my eyes which no longer want to see neither beauty nor ugliness, neither the insipid nor tragedy, nothing will ever resemble what I loved because I love no more.

Inside the Borders of Illusion


Inside the Borders of Illusion

Film & Video

Exciting new project in progress

Film & Video.

A life not so fair

Picture taken with a Canon EOS 650D at Borough Food Market, London, on a Saturday.