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Published: 2005-09-06 08:57:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 625; Favourites: 15; Downloads: 97
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Baptize me with another name.Related content
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particles.....repaired.....gateway
abstract thoughts.....why?
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now this is what I call a very good composition!great collors!!!
minimal!!!
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pentru asta chiar imi permit sa te mai felicit inca o data...one of the best minimals in 3 months of browsing!
(are vulpul una incredibila cu umbra unei case..pe portocaliu...poate ca o stii..daca nu, o gasesti pe la mine prin galeria de fav-uri..)
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o stiu.
intentionam un feedback dar m`am oprit pe drum.
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Stiu ca poza asta a avut impact cand am vazut-o prima oara. Simteam ca ma intind pe toata suprafata texturata, ca ma scurg prin gaurile de la grilaj.
Eram hipnotizata de culori. Si era bine.
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m`ai surprins azi.
da, usile inchise iti ofera o priveliste irepetabila, uneori.
bine ca macar acea usa nu`mi purta nici numele nici dorintele. asa ca am fotografiat si am fugit.
ca si cand nimic nu s`ar fi intamplat.
welcome back.
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imi aduc aminte de zile de vara cand imi spuneai din senin ca te surprind.
ce frumos era..
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zilele astea nu pari sa vrei ceva anume si`atunci te las in pace cu trei banci mai in fata.
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multe lucruri nu par dar defapt sunt
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I guess sometimes we should say why we favorite a deviation.
Wondering why you like to divide the work, I have come upon my own solution to this one. As two eyes that perceive the world, your work is like a pair of glasses. So, what can we see?
We cannot but be beings that move in time and space. Our left eye directs us to our own temporality within the living. As trees become part of our vision, we turn to ourselves and remember our own rings which have grown (or not) in the temporal passage of our brief existence. Jagged edges, moss and unreal colors gather among our left retina to begin the process of visual recovery. But we know our cameras cannot look like we do. So we must fake another eye; technology can't even come close to what we do, quite naturally, at an instant. The visual gift gives.
So we move to the right eye which is no eye at all. And when we want to look for a way out, we find none. If previously time had become our concern, now space jumps out at us by making movement impossible. The door to our greenish cage is revealed. By not being able to move ---something I know extremely well---- we come to understand what being moving beings may mean for us. What lies ahead is unknown, we might not even be able to move to the darkness behind. And yet we move probably because works like yours remind us of the nature of our visual desire to begin to try to understand our human limitations in time and space.
I will never be your Donald.
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ok... i like verry much what i see but i dont get the ure ideea... baptize me with another name....? i mean.. i luve the textures and the colours ( btw the frame is just to cool) but what is the maggie thing got to do with it?
of course if im not to indiscreet....
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I will never be a Maggie. Baptize me with another name. Removing the frame.
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oh...ok... if u put it that way....hm i think im just more confused now 
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It's amazing what a closed door offers you.
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Contrast wasn't what I was looking for, but I`m glad there's someone who sees that, as well.
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the frame confuses meO_O
yes, i've seen that there are(at least
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get closer to play and sheer game.
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nice textures and colours.
i too travel in these 2 weeks.
good holidays?
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Not quite holidays, but rather travelling with a specific purpose. Enjoy yourself.
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