Monday, 23 February 2015

Some poets

get carried away 
others carefully monitor the reactions of their public. 

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Just before

I went to Celje to set up and open my exhibition (and listen to a concert) I whizzed to Cankarjev dom to take a few photos of a new dance performance.

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

It is good

to look around every now and then and try to see what you can do for someone else, and it is always nice to hang out with people who genuinely want to help others. This time Joana came up with the idea for a humanitarian photo exhibition 
 (you can still go and buy a photo or support the cause with a donation), which meant that I could also participate in a small way.
And as all good deeds are repaid in one way or another, I immediately got the opportunity to go to a theatre and take a few photos of people singing.

Monday, 16 February 2015


had a high temperature, so he kept warm next to the lights in the background.

Thursday, 12 February 2015

If it were down to me

history would not be about needless mass deaths
and people would not need to protest all of the time against everything that is wrong in this world
but would focus on dancing more instead.
(I just added this photo at the end because it seemed a bit theatrical and it was a theatre piece (or rather two)  after all).

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Even though

 it was a night of the hard working sportsmen (and women)
I would not have been there if it wasn't for the dancers. 

Monday, 9 February 2015

Saturday, 7 February 2015


Unfortunately we are faceless for some, and this should change as nobody should be faceless to anybody.

Friday, 6 February 2015

OK Ment

I see what you are doing. Yesterday I wrote that I can't keep myself from falling in love at least a little bit while listening to a solitary girl pouring her heart out to a room full of strangers, so now you think you can do this to me every night.... But no, it just doesn't work like that, because that would be a bit too easy (would it not?).

Thursday, 5 February 2015

At some point of the evening

you just have to fall a little bit in love with the girl standing all alone on stage, pouring her heart out to a room full of strangers.

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

You know you are getting on a bit

You know you are getting on a bit
when you can feel a slight pain in your knees
even before the long and gruelling walk through the woods

You know you are getting on a bit
when you wander around your flat aimlessly
trying to remember what it was you stood up to do

You know you are getting on a bit
when you find out that someone you knew died
and you no longer feel the need to go to a bar and drink whisky two days straight.

(David, Tomaž and Maruša, we did end the night by rising a glass of whisky in your memory)