Half Being
Half Being consist of twenty poems written as free verse, in riddle or shape and heavily layered with metaphors, juxtaposition these to a set of photographs creating a narrative and a sequence. Half being is about the sense of existence with human interaction, not trying to question our own lives or suggesting paths to a better well being, but rather unpretentious depicting the simplest scenes in our quotidian life and attribute these with an opportunity to reflect in the overlooked beauty of ordinary scenarios.
We fast live our lives as if we are living an avatar unable to pause, without appreciating beauty in the simplicity of life itself.
The concept of half being takes shape from a mix of familiarities, coincidence and possibilities.
Half Being provides an opportunity to think laterally when presented with a non-congruent, strange and bizarre structure.
Half being is an exploration on the subject matter of human existence, it depends of the viewer how to look at it, and how to understand it.
It is intended to be open to interpretation, drawing conclusions as individual as we all are.
We fast live our lives as if we are living an avatar unable to pause, without appreciating beauty in the simplicity of life itself.
The concept of half being takes shape from a mix of familiarities, coincidence and possibilities.
Half Being provides an opportunity to think laterally when presented with a non-congruent, strange and bizarre structure.
Half being is an exploration on the subject matter of human existence, it depends of the viewer how to look at it, and how to understand it.
It is intended to be open to interpretation, drawing conclusions as individual as we all are.
Squeeze squeeze
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Takes effort not to know
The smell of cheap news bring dullness to our devotion to life while we try to heal from infected ideas Constant checking for the new kudos the trending video news the popular image in instagram Why do we need it? Our life is different now after we drunk the fear of the reignited new globalization. |
Strangers whispers
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The clocks mark the space
of the unlimited dimension to life. Our thoughts are of consumerism petrol driven economy as the death shows in deprived places makes it hard not to know The last resource to redeem our sorrow for our sins is in the places where we can still whisper to strangers and while at it, we read those stranger’s whispers. |
Frame
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A moving frame through a
Concrete pollution of darkness Pretentiously blinking at a black unicorn that makes itself available to isolation. Smoking yellow picture lifeless galloping the open space as falling star on to the fields of repetition dirtying the way of connectivity vibrating surreal arrow a picture contains the escape to reality |
Crowded journey
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Stationary moving through the glass
while no access between the borrowed time laughing at the present a young quiet family with a ticket to the old northern city Full moon at daytime. Square public exposure, no Victory but disappointment bold empty dirty field with looks that speaks mercy offer out of someone else’s entertainment |
