New Old Tracks
A book that is acollection of fragments.
A collection of real and metaphysical, exploring existence. A painful portrait inside my vision. Black and white becomes blurred, like vision when it tries to focus without completely succeeding. And then looking at a flower becomes one of the most tormented experiences one can have. Memories emerge that I cannot grasp, diluted by time.
Follow me, if you like, on this journey into a timeless and placeless memory. Maybe it's just my spirit writhing.
A book that is acollection of fragments.
A collection of real and metaphysical, exploring existence. A painful portrait inside my vision. Black and white becomes blurred, like vision when it tries to focus without completely succeeding. And then looking at a flower becomes one of the most tormented experiences one can have. Memories emerge that I cannot grasp, diluted by time.
Follow me, if you like, on this journey into a timeless and placeless memory. Maybe it's just my spirit writhing.
A book that is acollection of fragments.
A collection of real and metaphysical, exploring existence. A painful portrait inside my vision. Black and white becomes blurred, like vision when it tries to focus without completely succeeding. And then looking at a flower becomes one of the most tormented experiences one can have. Memories emerge that I cannot grasp, diluted by time.
Follow me, if you like, on this journey into a timeless and placeless memory. Maybe it's just my spirit writhing.
Matte magazine
24.40 x 21.00 / 9.61 x 8.27
Silk paper fc
Quantity: 1
49,00 USD
US Dollar