Firstly- indulging in verifying the affirmations, including ripping my clothes on splinters of awareness, the true DIY act of decoding. Secondly- basking in sparks of randomness. How’s that for spa treatment?

‘It’s complicated’, work by Mathieu Lefrevre

-Persistent failure in falling, I’d have to point that as the relatively unknown, largery forgotten underlying motive of her prominence, madamme. -How debonair of her..

‘Untitled’, work by Firat Neziroglu

And you will find us by the trail of crums on the ground.

Edgewood, Illinois’, work by Phil Mergerson

Found a map with marked trail to an inexhaustible source able to cover my everlasting demand for pampering and attention. Its history says: ‘Lean toward and wait for adequate return’. Bulls**t..

‘New life’, work by Lee Edwards

This muted creature apparenly tasted too much.. Nowadays drenched and purged,  not long ago achingly irresponsible, carelessly basking in sustenance and relish. Guess she didnt know it never lasts. If she only had a good look around...

‘El Lecho’, work by Naia del Castillo

‘Tension is at the heart of every sexual relationship because the animal and emotional needs are painfuly urgent but never fully understood or under control. Yet the tension is central to the relationship. What threatens to blow it apart is also what makes it live. Although companionship is essential and companionable sex is one of the great consolations of maturity, a sexual relationship can never slip too far into mere friendliness. Equilibrium and stability may be tempting but they are the equilibrium and stability of death. There must aways be an element of danger and risk. Every lover has to be a demon lover.’- M.Foley, The Absurdity of Love

‘Untitled’, work by Ves Pitts

Abstract like mathematical formula and identicly undisputed.

‘The end of the virtual world 2′, work by Robert Overveg

Fatigued, tormented by uncertainty the user got thrown in high-class activities perfecting his pronounciation in the magical outskirts of ambition.

‘Mesh with glove’, work by Prunella Clough

What is one ought to do with the unreducted need of fulfilling clearly silly symbol of beautiful life? Dwell a little, wander round a little, look around a little then dig it deep maybe. A little.

‘Southwest 2′, work by Bonnie Baxter

‘(…)and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I’m black and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches (…)‘- S.Kane, Crave

‘Drawing 1506 By Nigel Hall