White background

Evermore

Eros (Anteros), Piccadilly Circus





















Kounellis, Untitled 1979 (detail), Tate Modern

Nevermore

Autumn Leaves

Who has no house now, will build him one no more.
Who is alone now, long will so remain,
will wake, read, write long letters
and will in the avenues to and fro
restlessly wander, when the leaves are blowing.

Rain

forget the ink, the milk, the blood—
all was washed clean with the flood
we rose up from the falling waters
the fallen rain’s own sons and daughters

and none of this, none of this matters.

This is a photograph of me

I am in the lake, in the center
of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion

but if you look long enough,
eventually
you will be able to see me.

Rustling

Low and High

No color

Zirou Lake

Stairs to the Clouds

Sailing building

The Sky Above

Eyes shut





















Body under construction





















Permanent distance

Afternoon figures

Black and Blue

On Sale

Lights and Clouds

Trees and Clouds

Trees on blue

The Curtain