first day of work: pure terror

I hardly could keep the coffe cup still while drinking my coffee...everything is so absurd!

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This is why little thing are worth getting to the end of the day

...april showers...

These are last month photos, some of them were made during down time, other in the afternoon...

Thanks to the great tutorial posted by ArtMind, I've made these earrings for my dear friend, now living in Valencia: I miss her so much!

ODE TO EARTH DAY !!!!!!!

During holdays I cannot ever rest, even this past Easter we had our busy time 'cause my little cat fell from a window 11 days ago and badly broke her leg. After the surgery she must rest in a cage for 45 days(!), in fact I should say we should rest in the cage as I sleep half inside to keep her calmer as possible...poor thing...we hope she'll be able to jump free as she used to do before! she is not even a year old!!

So in the meanwhile I kept myself busy and almonst transformed the table in the living room in the working space I have in another room, so I am now able to be close to her, and have an eye on her all the time I am at home...Don't know how we will manage next days I have to go away as the holidays time run over...

Pete Dungey

Great visual and preforming artist:

love his pothole garden idea as well as the videos

Weather news: snowing since the day before yesterday...cold...

Then take me disappearin'

I'd loved to have been or ever be so much concentrated or out of space and time like this:

Part of this shooting is the final scene of I am not there, by Todd Haynes, originally part of a concert in Leicester taped during Eat the Document in 1966.

I'd watch it over and over and over and over and overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand overand over

and overand overand overand overand overand overand overand over

and overand overand overand overand overand over

and overand overand overand over

and overand overand over

and overand over

and over

sorrow and grief

The life now cannot carry on alone, whithout that conscience somewhere located. It is just unthinkable. He was there, he must be there -for there was no other way to feel- a presence deep deep in me, and now all seems odd and in his wrong place. It seems like somone got up and says to me :"Uncle Scrooge is dead".Can't be.
It is grief and bewilderment in his upmost form: He is no more.

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And here's the second place where my lectures take place...quite a difference from the first location, isn't it? Oddly enoufgh they are not so distant from one another.