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6 oktober 2010 »
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Missing new posts by Hans Aarsman or Weina? No need! Clear visions continued on the new blog www.fieldeye.org
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12 juli 2010 »
This view is suggesting vaguely but intensely that something has happened in here. And I could naturally imagine it probably came from some crazy people. Because I was experiencing people’s riotous joviality during the soccer world cup these days, both visually and auditorially.
12 juli 2010 »
A week ago, I saw a bottle of flowers standing near the corner of the outside door while I walked out of our building. It looked very fresh and beautiful.
27 juni 2010 »
Sitting on my balcony and looking back at my old photos, my eyes were attracted to this image. I noticed the brick was keeping the exit door open. I had been interested in this old box when I shot the photo, but now I just found an answer in here.
20 juni 2010 »
Sitting in front of my window, I find myself deriving unexpected relief from the sight of a vast darkness overhead cloud, I attempted to photograph with my pocket camera, the cloud had floated over that part of the city only a few minutes before and will disappearing soon in the strong wind.
23 mei 2010 »
A new building is going to be constructed in front of our building, the big noise from the machines almost drives people mad. Once I saw a big flag Please be quiet! with thousands of exclamatory marks flying in the air.
2 mei 2010 »
Waking up late in the morning, I felt an intense lethargy, as if my veins had become silted up with sugar or sand. Opening my curtains, outside was covered by an ominous grey sky, like the perfect background to the painting of a dead person or a day beneath the bedclothes. After a party with my friends at yesterday night, now my overwhelming wish was to remain in the bed and if possible sleep all day. Although I knew it was Queen’s day, I could see a lot of things outside. My own indolence made me feel listlessness and self-disgust compared with the eagerness of normal visitors.
25 april 2010 »
Sitting in the night bus, I went towards the way home. Beyond the window, traffic ran in silence along the streets, the differences in colors of cars disguised by the darkness, leaving the light of red and white diamonds extending into infinity. Inside the bus, there were not so many passengers; a guy who was seated opposite me was making messages on his mobile phone. Next to him, an old man was reading a newspaper. I looked around me; it would have seemed to others that I was where I sat. But I, that is the conscious part of myself, had left my body on the chair and moved to the bar where I just left.
11 april 2010 »
Looking back my old photos, I occasionally find poetry in here. It is perhaps because of the small hairclip on the third image
4 april 2010 »
It was a sunny morning. A single cloud hung shyly in the sky. But it was just like the strained gladness of a fake smile. For a moment, a bank of angry grey clouds moving fast with a strong wind and a heavy rain, at last melting away, the sky turned blue again…
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