Lieven Symaeys. photographer. from Belgium. inside the Congo . . .

life’s a cycle. we play when we’re young. we play, before we die . . .

on a Tuesday in 1996 a virus killed 5 billion people on earth  . . .

Last week I went to America with the intention of driving down to Baton Rouge, Louisiana, so that I might witness Donald Trump in concert.

a real time play about ego, self confidence, blowing up and a sunny spring afternoon – crashing through dimensions.

this German phrase means ‘don’t complain – fight’ and it’s engraved on a stone in front of a school . . .

copy (the) tense atmosphere (that) dark-cloud(s) an entire airport.

this is the second part of a seven-post-story about seven step dads and seven years in the life of the incarnated black widow of doom.

Now, everybody knows that internet security is nonexistent.

Camera a selfies a drunk, you get give.

  Stille. Körperlandschaften, Ausschnitt, Fokus. Klick.  

the dream of peace and freedom of past decades is haunting us in form of a great vehicle and its exploitation as a status symbol for bored yuppies and other friends.

here’s a little story from Kennedy Lake, B.C. where hippies and rednecks marry during an orgy of waste.

self portraits can be a classic and classy representation of an artist and they’ve been made since the earliest times of any kind of art – from drawings, photographs and even sculptures.

self portraits can be a classic and classy representation of an artist and they’ve been made since the earliest times of any kind of art – from drawings, photographs and even sculptures.

racism is part of our life we can hardly overcome. it surrounds us like a fog in which we try to find our position towards everyday-life-inequality . . .

self portraits can be a classic and classy representation of an artist and they’ve been made since the earliest times of any kind of art – from drawings, photographs and even sculptures.

joy and laughter and tears and anger, happi- and sadness, relief and grief, a post about all and nothing . . .

‘anser’ is a well known Toronto based (graffiti-)artist, who spray paints garages and walls and has his work exposed in various galleries and all over google.

I don’t like the colour grey. clouds are fine, but if they take over too much space they limit the sky. grey limits me, I feel, I want light or no light, yes or no, alpha or omega – other colours and their shades are fine too, but shades of grey? come on that’s lame…

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