Greetings. With Inner Circle friends in Gdansk, Poland, we take off our masks. People ask what we're doing in Gdansk...being ourselves is the answer. Oh! And art experiments. Videos, photos, blog work, joint projects between us all. Some interesting things are coming... Enioy. Raviera.
Summer heat blazing cruelly counts Equable to those bitch cold winters, Too many (to want) to name for favours Suggested or offered, memory of sting, The burning cold hardly distinct from That benumbed chill blazing.
Greetings. Video 4 is now live on YouTube. (: Pt 4 The Valley - An Offer Made Raviera.
*** *** Trained to trap, to snatch: What lightning can be saved? From the dendrite blooming Consciousness streams, Bottled in what lies closest To the brain banks, Frothing, crackling, synapse-like, A life's work and effort, the risk Of madness taken each day, every Moment, to dive into that primordial place, Just for a singular chance,... Continue Reading →
*** Idiosyncracies of illimitable difficulties Creep in at too many points, palpitating Along tiny cracks inside the environs, Not just a medley as unblended extremely Existing as separate points building To manic reactions replete within their Maze. * How easily it slides from one other where, Those realms of nervous insubordination Lacking the finesse of... Continue Reading →
Greetings. My third video is now live on YouTube. More updates in due course. Grrr. Upload times. Pt 3 The Valley - Speaker The original poem is, of course, on this blog. (: Raviera.
Greetings. The days have drawn on into a jelly like mass of time. Relevance etc, frames of comparison have faded into the twilight. Abstract musings under the blazing (and dank) sun today. Anyway, the point of this post is to showcase some shots. 'Chiaroscuro' is the interplay of light and shadow in a given piece,... Continue Reading →
*** A simple knock, unintentional thing, Synergistic explosion, the rumble Begins, tiny, murmur-like Babel Tumble of voices asking, gently Wondering at rising winged whispers Emanating, from where as yet unknown. * Just a tiny accident, equation Of proportion inverse to the producer, The blind hive has awoken, a rhythm Finally recognised by stunned standers, Curious... Continue Reading →