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Monthly Archives: November 2016
The cards above are from a project in school about death. Close to the school is a cemetery and people from their exhibition space, came to the school to explain about the rituals of death and burial and did this project. … Continue reading
Again the sensation of not being alone > there are others who share my interest. And show it. This is a tribute I spotted on Java Street, the up and coming hip and happening shopping street around the corner, rappidly … Continue reading
This is the Ave t-shirt for tomorrow November 13th 2016. Dream Big. After the glimpse into a world where the bully seems to win, the lid has been kicked down by signs of protest. People are out on the streets protesting, amass, … Continue reading
Wednesday morning November 9th 9 am CET. Donald Trump was just announced the new President of the US. Start sign for an exodus, but where to go from here?
Random remnants on the beach of Sicily, August 2016. An apparently random composition, but created by nature’s force. I love the piece of pizza in it.
I love random stuff, this is an image I found online, back in 2013. Like a tube map after an earthquake.
This radio advertisement was inspired by a story from my mother. When she was a young mother, she took her little sister and her toddler on a trip into town. On her lap she carried the infant, who was chatting quite … Continue reading