‘We’re off to see the wizard,
The wonderful wizard of oz.
We hear he is a wiz of a wiz
If ever a wiz there was.

If ever, oh ever, a wiz there was,
The wizard of oz is one because,
Because, because, because, because, because–
Because of the wonderful things he does.’

P.s. Do not, under any circumstances, ignore songs played over and over in your head for over a month. The truth is out there!

‘Fireflies’, work by Tsuneaki Hiramatsu

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

Shamefully apparent, clairvoyant confusion of useless awareness and irresistible pleasure proudly presents perception instead of language.

Work by Joshua Datu

Beyond the figures of thinkable: Is it possible to draw a line severing the language of dreams from the language of delusions?

‘Dienerkammer 03′, work by Friederike Von Rauch

Purposefully gravitating towards words, situated next to the right alternative Exclusive Theater of Phantasmagorias.

‘Vacant’, work by Ronald Versloot

 Leave the burden, keep your eyes on the distance.

‘Untitled SV-2′, work by Tim Hyde

Some dream about capturing instinctive gesture in rudimentary combinations, some about simple emplacing them in order. All would sacrifice a lot for the ability to express the intimacy of separateness. For now, they have to settle for diversionary comparisons.

‘Accidental memory’, work by Franka Hornschemeyer

 Riddle Troops are looking for Reflection, she’s missing since 21st of October. Last seen in multi- storey vulgar opulence , where insubordinated words allow contact only with limited and neglectfully selected aspects of life. She may be poverty-stricken.

‘On the grid’, work by Michael Bell-Smith

It may be the form that is force’s maneuver, which brings experience of  occurence, scene or object to an accurate fulfilment. It may be the spectator.

‘Untitled’, work by Tobias Schalken

OK guys, read my lips carefully, or surrender at once. I don’t want a bloodshed, as deep down I’m fragile. Some of my partners didn’t accept it, and now, after many years  my sweethearts, I can tell you it still hurts like hell!

‘Greenham Airfield, June 5 1944′ work by Agan Harahap