Changes

This time in between the day and the night

the light kills my sense of life 

so scared, turn it off, turn it off

It's dull, this dusk, this desk, this dust

My eyes adjust

I'll blow out the flame

Can you and me remain?

Changes, never been good with change

I hate it when it all stays the same

caught between the gold and the game

Changes, never been good with change

I hate it when it all stays the same

caught between the cold and the waves

My heart beats up, again

Once said, words make a world of their own

I misread

I can't get you back on the phone

I'm so tired, so turn it off, turn it off

How's that, last week we were home

you're far away

and I hardly know

Can you and me delay?

Changes, never been good with change

I hate it when it all stays the same

caught between the gold and the game

Changes, never been good with change

troubled when it all stays the same

caught between this cold and the waves

My heart beats up, again

Are you my trouble?

Stars

Buildings 6

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Buildings

-part 6-

Amfissa

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III.

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V.

VI.

Alexandra Athanassiades

Alexandra Athanassiades’presentation at Zoumboulakis Galleries was a collection of small and large scale metal, wood and resin sculptures accompanied by drawings, prints and collages. 

Her work was a natural progression from her recent exhibition at Jean -Jacques Dutko Gallery in Paris, and was presented in Athens from September 18th – October 6th 2012. Nature provides an endless source of materials and inspiration to this artist. 

She is constantly on the lookout for pieces of rusty metal, driftwood and discarded items with which she creates a unique type of collage that transforms these objects into recognizable forms such as torsos, horse’s heads and figures. 

We can see the influence of pre historic and classical sculpture is reflected strongly in Athanassiades’ work, plus her preoccupation with the temporary and vulnerable aspects of nature and matter. By exploring these themes of vulnerability, fragmentation, nature and transformation she creates a sculptural form that is simple, elegant and complete.  [ source ]

End of swimming season

I.

End of swimming season

Swimming in Earth's navel

-part 10-

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III.

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V.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

Fine and Mellow

My man don't love me

Treats me oh so mean

My man, he don't love me

Treats me awful mean

He's the lowest man

That I've ever seen

He wears high-draped pants

Stripes are really yellow

He wears high-draped pants

Stripes are really yellow

But when he starts in to love me

He's so fine and mellow

Love will make you drink and gamble

Make you stay out all night long

Love will make you drink and gamble

Make you stay out all night long

Love will make you do things that you know is wrong

But if you treat me right daddy

I'll stay home every day

If you treat me right daddy

I'll stay home every day

But you're so mean to me, baby

I know you're gonna drive me away

Love is just like a faucet

It turns off and on

Love is just like a faucet

It turns off and on

Some times when you think it's on, baby

It has turned off and gone

Billie Holiday

The Hand

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The Hand

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III.

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V.

Cars

I.

Cars

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III.

IV.

V.

Nikos Tzamtzis

Nikos Tzamtzis / Νίκος Τζαμτζής

The following pictures are from Nikos Tzamtzis' painting exhibition at Amfissas' Cultural Center

Duration 08.10.2012 - 14.10.2012

Hell Yes

Looking for my place on assembly lines

Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes

Skeleton boys hyped up in purple

Smoke rings blow from across the disco

Make notes, burn like broken equipment

Looking for shelter via juxtaposition

Thought control, those written confessions

Two dimensions, dumb your head down

Duck, don't look now, company missiles

Power is raunchy when the cops are watching

Make your dreams out of paper mache

Clinched wasted hate taste-tested

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing (please enjoy)

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates (please enjoy)

Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Hi. Yea, that's it.

Yea, that's it.

Hi.

Stretched to the limit, attention spared

Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks

Noise response, applause and hand claps

Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Makin' points on the verge of pointless

Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare

Look for the common, not superficial

Code Red cola war conformity crisis

Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles

With magic markers running out of their ink

Lives and White Out, turn the lights out

Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing (please enjoy)

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Yes.

Hi.

I like your bass.

Your beat is nice.

Yea, that's it.

Yes. Yes.

Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing (please enjoy)

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes.

Beck