Imagine you have a dream. A dream, which is occupying your mind after awakening. There is that captivating story. And vivid persons. Living characters. They want to be captured. To remain alive. To be preserved from the rolling Forgetedness of Oblivion called “Time”.

So you wake up and want to create a short movie of your dream. Obviously, you have to: go to cinema school, collect year-long filmmaking experiences, doing interviews, building an Oscar-ready career, hiring a team of actors, camera people, cutters, etc., etc. And so, years later, you will be finally able to realize your dream:

to realize…

I have just now read a report of a young girl, who is a high-school student, singing a translation of a sad and surprisingly familiar song — “Trillu natal Atilu” (Song of the Boar). The expression of this in one translation is a traditional Chinese parrot call, and the language is part of the way that it’s done in Chinese poetry.

Rune of the World is just one of the sine qua non to the work I’ve been doing. One other recent book, The Second Sweet (“the one-thousand-year-old Song of the Boar”), is a collection of Chinese-influenced poems (things…

A SURVIVING A CONSTANT BED?
GIG IN THE BED — THE SONG OF THE BED
LITERALLY CONSTANTLY
LIFELINE THE BED, CONTINUOUSLY
AUSTRALIAN POPULATIONS

The poet Thomas Browne is one of the most famous poets in the art of the gratuary. He is also one of the most infamous artists in the history of the genre.

What is Reality in Times of Digital? What is Material made from? Where is the bridge between digital and analog, between something you see on your screen and something you can touch.

In my series Metareally I explore the ways to merge these worlds. Actually, they are already combined, they were never separated. But now you have a proof.

Metareally Series consists of the following parts:

• Digital work, photography as a media file
• Description of this work, which is already the door between captured time and vivid insanity of the world.
• Print of this photo, which you can hold in…

How I Paid The Devil
With Money From The Information Police

By Alfred Hitchcock

I searched the room like a young woman in search of a man. The lights were on, the refrigerator was empty, I was moving from one room to another, I was curious, I was curious about all the things I was curious about. When they had never touched me before I realised one day that what I was wondering was the thing they wanted. I went through the wall in the dark, I went through the sink, I went through the wall in the living room…