"We die.
We die rich with lovers and triumphs,
tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers.
Fears we have hidden in"
the english patient

It occured to me that I never put any of my artwork online. This one is called Suleman(like me). A tribute of sorts to my ancestors in the desert. All hand-drawn except the stamp ofcourse.

"I am moved by fancies that are curled
around these images
and cling
the notion of some infinitely gentle
infinitely suffering thing"
All handdrawn save the stamp.
Clickit for details.

Close Shave

Let me tell you about Winds
There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. And then there is the harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, producing showers so dense they were mistaken for blood.
And the the samoun, which a nation thought was so evil that they declared war on it and marched out against it in full battle dress. Their swords raised.
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"

les Defunts. la Foire. le Beau

Souls. Trade Fair. Beaujolais. Moons.

To the person in the bell jar,
blank and stopped as a dead baby,
the world itself is a bad dream.
again not taken with filter yadayada. i put a jute bag on a lampshade and voila! this was the effect

Put on the red light

just so you know- didnt use a filter on this one. we actually did put on the red light

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana

Daylight come and me wan' go home