Under my skin

Cambodian girls bathing in the sacred spring of Khmer monarch Jayavarman II.

My sculpture "Oh! 2.0" made out of 194 rubics' cubes.
WIRES

I found these wires on the roof of my studio. Something about them made me take a photograph and then post it here.
Christmas in Maine

A landscape with Sabrina's family.
sometimes

"The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness". - Andre Malraux
Berlin Art Show

In May, I am participating in an art show in Berlin. Berlin is a very charged territory for me. I wrote;
Berlin is a round-trip plane ticket that I cannot buy, a monster wall that stays perfectly erased.
Berlin is a willfully obliterated demarcation line. Berlin is a fear and feast of forgetting, a spectre of itself.
Berlin is a wild love in cold rooms, the loneliness of a drifter and the sting of betrayal.
Berlin is a lust for a torturer. Berlin is a denial.
Berlin is an ash-born blossom.
Berlin is a loss embodied.
Berlin is a bully of youth, a thorn of beauty and a tyranny of strength.
Berlin is a night flight from New York and a night train from Warsaw.
Berlin is a neat looking trunk haunting me with its contents.
Berlin is not what it seems.
new airport road in Pagan

Welcome to the Golden Land of Myanmar
Kbal Spean

Guarding a sacred spring in the jungle.