once a year, the old castle at Éze is transformed into a surreal celebration of the Middle Ages.
My relationship with grapefruit is one I keep to myself. I let people know, if they ask, that I do eat it from time to time, but I never shed light on how, how often, when, why. I'm not ashamed of eating grapefruit. I understand that it can now be a political act, its … Continue reading My problem with grapefruit.
In June I spent 3 weeks in Mageli Gard, an organic farm in Tretten Norway. When I asked if a woman from Oslo if she knew Tretten, she thought I had made it up. I went alone, but met a few people there also doing the same organisation as me (WWOOFING). I couldn't really tell … Continue reading What’s left : travel, being alone, and mental health.
I'm depending. In stillness suspending On a thin sheet of cool. Reflective- I can see her. She rests her feet on mine- Rooted. Divided by an impermeable nothing, That holds our ankles together in chains. My eyes force my gaze to her, and hers to me. Co-existing; each other’s life line. But each day weakens … Continue reading Reflection
An anthology of photographs, diary entries, and illustrations from my time spent in Mageli Gard, an organic farm in rural Norway.
Self awareness is so self evident. You stare around but really you are staring at yourself In the eyes of those who stare at you. I myself do stare back too. Half moon almond eyes you have Warm and light like adffogato. I want to drink them and spoon them into my lips … Continue reading Narcissus