Sunday, 24 June 2012

Amour, Espoir, Émeute

In a world so full, le moindre espace vide makes for the most terrifying of  visions.  Contrairement, dans un univers vide, all shapes appear as visionary miracles.

Spot the mirage of an island and begin your approach.  Quand vous vous y rendrez, exploitez sa surface entièrement et sans pitié.  Vous batirez et vous consommerez until the land has turned to an alien dreamscape.

Vous signifierez le changement.  You will introduce ownership and change.  Vous chavirerez l'équilibre de l'établissement naturel with structures and calculations.

D'encore plus loin you will have created mountains for the eagles and clearings for the bears.  You will create love, hope and riots.

Nous voulons que la liberté, après tout.


Photos by John Gallego



John Gallego
 - Photos from "Perceptions and Digital"

Death Proof by Quentin Tarantino

Sunday, 17 June 2012

A Dancer and Her Frog

Gathered around the tables covered in wonderful foods and drinks, the delicious guests joined hands and heads for some mystery and composition.


Once upon a time a dancer wanted new red shoes
but decided to go to the forest instead.
C'est alors qu'elle rencontra deux fées ailées.
They took her to a mystical fairyland.
She laughed with glee and thanked them smiling.
She was so happy to have received a frog to play with!

The frog and she did everything together.
They sleep and bath together.  The sensual way they lather each other makes the donkey jealous.  But it was true love.
So we took it to the pool
and drowned it and beheaded it.
But it was still alive for a few seconds and had time to say these last words:
"Table, doorknob and peel."


written with

Aurélie - La Belle Pluie
Bash - My Melancholy Poetry Gallery



Frog by Martin Kippenberger


A Dangerous Method by David Cronenberg

Sunday, 27 May 2012

An Invisible Force

When she begs you to leave,
but needs you to stay,
and screams your name from the opposite end of the room,

all you can do is hope and wait.

There is a chaotic control.
There is dread and domination.
There is the desperate desire to trust,
and the defensive instinct to repel.

Escape is at the opposite end of the room.

Smoke seeps out from her mouth and nose.
It thickens the air as she speaks in inversed riddles.
Her fear will leave burn marks in your memories
while her possession borrows the same flames to raze the whole building to the ground.

And the whole time,
an invisible force keeps the door at the opposite end of the room.


3D paintings on glass panes by Xia Xiaowan


Xia Xiaowan

 - Painting 1
 - Painting 2
 - Painting 3
 - Painting 4
 - Painting 1


Golden Eye by Martin Campbell

HoloTube - Elephante, T-Rex y Tubos by proton
HoloTube - El perro by proton

Sunday, 13 May 2012


....the distance... it was so... colossal!
Cold. Black. Empty. Fear.

A grain of sand... and a mountain range.
Sitting side by side.

A shot glass.  Catching every single drop of rain in a thunderstorm.

Take a measure of your own madness before and after having witnessed the well of infinity, -FROM WHICH!- the usual promise of the returning sound of a dropped coin or stone...
Is swallowed whole.

Stare helplessly into it and I promise that your eyes will remain suspended where they are for all eternity.
Your blinded body will be free to run and jump and climb and die with that lucid memory.


Paintings by Victor Castillo


Victor Castillo

The Colouring by Joseph Pelling

28 Days Later by Danny Boyle
Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope by George Lucas

Mark Berube and the Patriotic Few

Sunday, 22 April 2012

My Favourite Eyes

I wish I could look directly into my favourite eyes,
but they're so beautiful I can barely stand.

The wrong was terrible,
yet you've generously given me the gift of pain.

I then carried the stone of regret for the longest of days and nights,
until I finally heard your call.

And despite the troubles,
you invited me back into your home.

Thank you, my love.


Paintings by Joseba Eskubi


Joseba Eskubi
 - Painting 1
 - Painting 2
 - Painting 3
 - Painting 4

Vermillion Lies

Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas by Terry Gilliam
What's Eating Gilbert Grape by Lasse Hallström
Benny & Joon by Jeremiah S. Chechik
A Nightmare on Elm Street by Wes Craven

Toasted raisin bread with margarine

Sunday, 15 April 2012

Some Kind of Family

...thinks of you.

...protects you.

...supports you.

...guides you.

...and none of your roads will be traveled alone.


Photos taken with Aurélie Gagnon and Corinne Gagnon



How I Met Your mother

Homemade Latté

Sunday, 8 April 2012


A sudden feeling of shock.
I laugh painfully at it.
There was so much hope for just a moment,
then it was ripped from me.
Tongue from mouth.
Candy from child, and all the teeth with it.

She kissed my lips.
I'm trembling in anguish just thinking about it.
What am I, a fool?

Dreams: empty.
Blank memories of stale new faces.

Thoughts: empty.
Just disbelief at her apology.

She held me down by the throat.
Pushed me into the cement and let it harden around my body.

Trapped and suffocating in a cage,
my heart just out of where my eyes reach,
"Please show it to me.
I can hear it beat and bleed."

She must have noticed all the names freshly scratched into it,
but let me show her that the deepest of carvings are the ones with her's.

Because of this I dread future and all that could be lost.
But there is love!
A love so strong and pure that I'll pretend to forget anything for it.


Dino Valls
 - Painting 1
 - Painting 2
 - Painting 3
 - Painting 4
 - Painting 5
 - Painting 6
 - Painting 7
 - Painting 8

Luminaris by Juan Pablo Zaramella

Science of Sleep by Michel Gondry
Lolita by Stanley Kubrick


Sunday, 1 April 2012

Did You Forget For A Reason?

"Don't tell me about this... when I wake up"
Strike the rising bells with a rose petal mallet.
You won't hear the full ring of the truth chimes.

"Don't tell me about this... when I wake up"
Squeeze the wooden blade with a soft hand.
The crease in your skin will vanish in the depth of your sleep.

"Don't tell me about this... when I wake up"
Collect the torn labels to read them out loud.
The story could be a dream or a nightmare.

"Don't tell me about this... when I wake up"
Swim through the foliage and find a stone face.
Once you get past the shock, it's not so bad, is it?



Sunday, 25 March 2012

Visible Greatness

Have you seen this?
It's you and everything about you.
It's your growth and your awareness.
It's your strenghts and your desires.
The list of greatnesses goes on...

...for as long... you want it to.

Have you seen this?
It's you taking control of your environment.
It's your thoughts and observations.
It's your solutions and your goals.
If you want to talk about greatness... helps to have some clarity...

...or even a change of perspective.


Photos taken with Natasha Robitaille


Platero et Moi by Juan Ramon Jiménez with music by Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco

Fat Freddy's Drop

Sunday, 18 March 2012


You're still so beautiful.  Even when I can't see you.

Ahh... and your voice... like your shape!  Eclipsing urban rainbows in the night. 

But our certainty... is the distance between greater or smaller than what we can see?

You could be anywhere tomorrow.  I think I would still feel you next to me while I sleep.

I just want to be honest with you.  Please don't vanish.


Photos taken with Marcy Maracle




Good Books "Metamorphosis" by Buck, Antfood and String Theory (I will try and find more reference links)