I`m very proud to be one of the featured artists of the splendid Saccades Project, of which i`ve been a fan since last year. The project is created by Courtney Eldridge , a novelist who is studying artists and collaborating with them as part of the new story she is writing. Courtney is one of the sweetest people i`ve ever got the chance to collaborate with. I`m impressed by her dedication to her work , her kindness and her positiveness. I`m really happy to be a part of her inspiring project . You may read the interview following ;) this link
If i squint i see you
when i don`t my eyes reflect your image
When inhaling i smell your aura
sometimes i don`t breathe so I can store
your scent inside me for longer
My lips keep on searching this warm ,
volatile texture of your lips
But it`s always tear molecules that
they abruptly are crashed into...
My limbs...
My cold cold limbs feel like numbed
after long time embracing emptiness
My mind...
that is the cheeriest one amongst them
It`s the holder of the memories
so it can still float on happy moods
and after all i think that
heaven is only left in my mind...
I adored working with glass :) This was done in December 2010, with the help of my glass teacher James Adam Mowen, a very helpful and inspiring teacher and glass artist..
I will be sharing more of my glass experiences later on;)
This is my first and alas last blown glass experience so far.If you have the chance try it!
it`s great;)
Albanian digital and analogue photographer with a huge love for alternative printing process and all other avantgarde mixed media techniques.
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when i don`t my eyes reflect your image
When inhaling i smell your aura
sometimes i don`t breathe so I can store
your scent inside me for longer
My lips keep on searching this warm , volatile texture of your lips
But it`s always tear molecules that
they abruptly are crashed into...
My limbs...
My cold cold limbs feel like numbed
after long time embracing emptiness
My mind...
that is the cheeriest one amongst them
It`s the holder of the memories
so it can still float on happy moods
heaven is only left in my mind...