Searching the galleries I've found so many beautiful pieces... some of them scared me, others brought back memories of moments from my past that never actually happened, and there were also those images that reminded me of things I want but will never have.

"Urban scenes" are one of my favorite types of images: a sidewalk, a phonebooth, the subway station... the view of a big, chaotic city by night; I don't think I'll ever be able to explain myself in order to make someone understand me when I talk about the sensations these kind of pics provoke on me, so I won't even bother to try... same thing happens when I talk about how I organize and classify my music library. It's just that for somethings words and concepts are trully useless... either you 'notice' them by instinct/fine perception/extra sensorial experiences/whatthefreaginnever or you don't. Period.

Bucolic motives, specially those with a 'death touch' in them are creepy... but if the artist is good, they manage to add a sensual aura to the whole thing... make it feel like a good vampire novel, or a witch/werewolf tale. It's simply another form of beauty... one that I love, by the way.

I still don't know where I'm going though... too many ideas running in my head, but I can't seem to be able to organize them... to me them come forward. It's so confusing.