Wednesday, March 23, 2011
These are almost the half of 16 frames of a complete book which I made it based on the story about a questioning journey to knowing, written by me.
This is originally made for children but I can't accept that any book (specially illustrated ones and the ones originally made for children) won't be or couldn't be for all, from 7 to 77.
Friday, March 11, 2011
I took these pictures in 2005 winter.
To me this perfect stuff (what is thrown by now), is (or was) the sculpture of one human being (or any being) who is about to turn and show us the plaque he’s holding in his hands. He awaits on his way. "Everybody come and read me" he says.
By it's basic independent form, this is the sculpture of a sense or a moment. He's constantly against the emptiness. He is the man (creature) of the Constant Sorrow, Constant Will.