Friday 30 December 2011

Fire


is always welcome during the cold winter evenings. Whatever form they might take...

Tuesday 27 December 2011

Tango


the night away. Don't look around. Don't pay attention to all the peiople watching you.

Monday 26 December 2011

I've had enough


said the old looking grey bearded tramp (who in fact was only 27). He had enough of his miserable existence in an abandoned building on the edge of the forest, he was fed up with people passing him by on the streets and not noticing him, or even worse, looking away in disgust or shame, he was sick and tired of being sick, hungry and tired, he was depressed every time he thought about his past, couldn’t stand the sight or smell of his here and now and was literally sick and experienced chest pain whenever he thought about his future. On this Boxing Day he thought about his life once more, threw up his last breakfast and exercised his right to spontaneous combustion.

Friday 23 December 2011

Wednesday 21 December 2011

Monday 19 December 2011

Dance


After watching people dance on stage I cycled across town and went dancing myself. Luckily, I didn't have to do it on stage.

Friday 16 December 2011

Revolution was in the air

As Bob would say they sang the songs of freedom, most ignored them and stayed in their warm safe heavens on this cold and rainy night, but some came up close to cheer them on and some even joined in and sang off tune. I have a feeling this revolution is slowly fading even though Mr & Mrs Smith have less rights by the day and find it increasingly hard to get by and feed the jnr. Smiths . I guess if Shakespeare was alive today he would write: 'Something is rotten. Here, there and everywhere.' I kind of doubt the people who call this progress, and I am 99% sure that this was not the dish I ordered (so take it back to the kitchen, and make us something people can eat).

Thursday 15 December 2011

By now


you should be able to recognise this shadow, as he appeared on my blog a few times already. If I had anything worthwhile to give away I would hold a small quiz with prizes and stuff, but as it is, you can just guess and get a pat on your back the next time I see you.

Wednesday 14 December 2011

Hamlet,


but not a prince from Denmark carrying around a skull and wondering whether to be or not to be. Also not a cigar named Hamlet, and all the happiness that apparantly comes with. But Hamlet Express, which quite unlike the National Express takes you places that can only be found in your mind and not to the places found on a map (far, far away).
(for those who have not been brainwashed by the same adds as me, here is a taste of them...)

Tuesday 13 December 2011

Ending it with classical music


on a battered baby grand, in a dilapidated building in a neglected complex in the run down part of the crumbling town in a bankrupt state in a rotten system... But the music was good, so we live to see another morning. Lovely jubbly.

Monday 12 December 2011

I needed


to take a few days off from this virtual world, but now that I am rested from all this virtuallity I am back, and as they say, back with a vengance (well, ok, maybe with an early morning yawn).

Friday 9 December 2011

Thursday 8 December 2011

Have a break


and have a Kit-Kat. No, no, that's just bad product placement (but that is what that advert did to me... I just can't finish a sentance that starts with Have a break...any other way). What I wanted to say was, take a break and talk to your friends (or fans, whichever are more likely to come by).

Wednesday 7 December 2011

All the note


and microphone stands that come in the way of the photographer. You just try to do the best with what you have.

Monday 5 December 2011

Jazzy


And toying around... Trying to get the notes to float through the air and fillit, just as they did at the session.

Sunday 4 December 2011

Election day

Which used to suck as there is nobody you really want to vote for that has a chance of actually making it. (as Groucho would say: I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member. Which just means that the clever ones stay out of politics and the daft ones that are all into these power games and stuff go into it). So anyway, years back a few friends of mine decided to make elections a bit more fun and organised pre-election pancakes and tea, and then we go off to vote, first to one polling station and then to the other (all together) and in between we stop for coffee or an exhibition or just about anything that tickles our fancy really. And we have kept to this tradition for quite a few various elections. This time was no different and during our walkies round town we stumbled across some model aeroplanes. And it sort of linked in nicely with the story of the political party in Koper which is called Avion (aeroplane) and that we talked about before setting off to vote. My guess is that they are predicting that everybody is going to sit on the plane and leave the country, I mean what else could a name like this mean?

Friday 2 December 2011

Trying out things


for the exhibition in less than a week's time. Even though we had fog all the time, this one evening when we managed to get together the sky was clear. Totally clear. Brilliantly clear. Clear skies so you could see all the way to Saturn and I didn't want to see much further than the end of my lens. So while the rest were rejoicing, I was not. But hey, that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Thursday 1 December 2011

They were going for


dreamy. I think. So I decided I will try to match them. Did I fail or did I succeed?