door Yves Joris | 16 aug 2018 | Polaroidlife
YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THEY SAY YOU DO NOT CARE THEY SAY YOU DO NOT GO THEY SAY AND WHEN I STAND THERE I HEAR THOSE WORDS OVER AND OVER AGAIN WHILE I SMELL THE SUMMER TREES TASTE THE WIND WITH SALTY TEARS I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN I KNOW I DO CARE I KNOW I AM HERE...
door Yves Joris | 15 aug 2018 | Polaroidlife
LEANING AGAINST WINDOW FRAME A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE SOUVENIR TOSSED ASIDE LOST DELIGHT PETALS OF PASSED DREAMS OF FAINTLY HEARD SCREAMS IN THE EARLY SUN THE ROSE DIES SHE BELONGS TO THE NIGHT IS AFRAID OF MORNING...
door Yves Joris | 13 aug 2018 | Polaroidlife
YOU ARE NOT PC SHE TELLS ME I REPLIED THAT I AM JUST A VULGAR MAN A MOZART WOULD-BE WITHOUT EBONY AND IVORY AND I GOT SCARED THAT FACEBOOK KEEPER OF THE HOLY VIRTUE WOULD EXPEL ME FROM ITS PLAYGROUND OF FAKE LIFE. THAT LIFE WOULD BECOME A SUGARCOATED REFLECTION OF...
door Yves Joris | 9 aug 2018 | Polaroidlife
THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO SAY WORDS AS DRY AS FLOWERS STRIPPED OF THEIR LAST 3 LETTERS WOODEN BEAMS CRAVING FOR A TOUCH OF PAINT WHEN THE CUP OF T IS FINISHED ONLY PAIN REMAINS WHAT COLOR IS PAIN IS IT INFINITE BLUE HELLISH RED OR HIDDEN GREEN COLORS NEED NO ADJECTIVES...
door Yves Joris | 27 jul 2018 | Polaroidlife
THE PURPOSE OF ART IS WASHING THE DUST OF DAILY LIFE OFF OUR SOULS. TODAY WAS CLEANSING TIME IN WATOU. A BLAZING SUN DOES NOT CLEAN, IT TORCHES THE DROPS OF SWEAT ON YOUR SKIN. BEHIND SUNGLASSES THE COLOURS OF ART FADE. ON THE MARKET PLACE A LONELY CAT DESPERATELY...
door Yves Joris | 24 jul 2018 | Polaroidlife
dU HAST iHN VERLOREN WER HAT VERLOREN? DU DICH, ICH MICH? ODER WIR UNS? FALCO TELLS TO QUIT LIVING ON DREAMS BUT EVERY DREAM STARTS WITH A DREAMER THAT SUBTLE FEELING THAT THERE IS SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, SHADOW TOUCHING SHADOW CAN YOU RESIST WHAT IS NOT THERE?LIKE THE...
