Cage & Bird by Changming Yuan I am a cage, in search of a bird. -- Kafka Wherever my mind flies, it’s stillConfinedTightly to this world, this very cage ofSensory & imaginative cells In other words, I is the cage, whileThe whole universe am a bird...
The folded posterzine creates a sequence of diptychs decided on by the author. However, with no binding, it is also possible to create a personal sequence, a composition of different combinations and diptychs.
Ses portraits mis en scène interrogent sur l'identité avec un humour et un sens de la poésie très personnel.
Inspiré par les grands maîtres hollandais du siècle d'or, il travaille en lumière du jour. Sa maîtrise des clairs obscurs subtils et délicats renforce la dimension pleine d'humanité de ses œuvres.
The first story begins in a bar in Rome. I want to go to Tangier’s. “Tangier’s of Thieves” someone says. I say no, a “Tangier’s of poets“. But this is not the first one. To think of it better the first story starts on the Strait of Gibraltar, I am in Tarifa planning to catch the one-hour sail to Morocco by ship, but I have forgotten my passport at home. There is another story that concerns all the stories, those that do not end and pass from books, to thoughts, to frames in a movie with the vampires of the night.
This short photo-essay is a look at the many ways Brooklynites address and interact with the invisible, be it perceived demons, gods, a God—or the dead. As Herman Melville wrote: “Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.”
Open the eyes of your soul / and you will encounter your many souls / In timelessness, as if the sun and moon never set or rise / The world is only a book, phantom-like / The soul an invisible muse / Before the words were born, you were a giant / From the kingdom of gold who know not yourself.