UNFOLDING

vibrating
strings
across
universes

we
hear
the
echo
of
something

never
there

art work and words by n.f.a.

CONSTANT SORROW

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ch� la diritta via era smarrita

Leonardo
Dante

MAELSTROM

Rivers of Lava
Red Ride Across
chthonic
Creation

Does God Play
our
human
games
?

HARD EDGE

it ain't hard

to think
or
2
gamble

species human?

you say
you are down
in
your misery

it ain't hard

to
drible
a
twist
or
a
turn

-no, I did not say that!

maybe so

stolen image
words by Francisco de la Rosa

VITRIC

those questions
some no answers
i had in Macau

these foolish things

I
Believe
not in god
not in men
nor in soul
or
heaven

and still
my heart pumps
that loved memory
of
Love

beautiful photo stolen from the Net

words by Zipf

FINSTER FINSTERNIS MIT ECHO

live out in the street and now you realise....into the vacuum of his eyes....
how does it feel
with no direction

home

he dressed so fine
you

know

how does it feel
zappin'
crazy beetle

rolling stone

#Thing 1

abstract
virus
tox
in
.
in
sequence
machina
rollin
word
by
word
cattagaacctc
...

birds catch it
humans catch it
cats catch it

so
let's everybody catch it

-You Mister, You There! You Shwwld Never...SAYY it again!
he shouted This so loud
like
a
panic hotdog
(yeap, get some ideas...roll some lies...)

eem
portant
though
ts
!

he said that
not
I

h5n1
you can call any time
(i'm 'lways there)
1 gentle

obnox
ious
pen
is

-Virus, that's what I call you...son of a ...!

THE EYE

Can
you
see
above
?

IN DANCE

uncommon morning
cold
far
wide there

some things are blue
like
the sun inside

depression
the last lost train

a gas station
in red/repsol
no man's gasoline land

and
the war
goes on
trance

fast
wrinkle
a
twist
of grass

photo
in graphing
unknowledge

just birds
a'flyin

move
out in
to
the other

side
by
side
_____________________________
_____________________________

#1
nostalgia

art
words
and all this futility
by
some one near

CLEAR BRIGHTNESS

with This
and
That
a
Clear
Brightness

(in this particular day)

Qingming

Art by NFA
Schrodinger equation
Qingming day

UNDER THE SUN

Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had spent in doing it,
and again,
all was vanity and a chasing after wind,
and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.

Art by NFA
Ecclesiastes

In Reality

corner of a street
turning on life course
Where are my memories?
Stolen?
Hidden?
There?
here inside?

art & words by NFA