• Fela Kuti-Kuti

    Sometimes people are just true. Why are some, others not? Logically, it would seem like we should all be true. Because what else is there?   There is the dark side. It is called trying too hard. When people start trying too hard, they fall into the swamps of darkness. Therefore it is so important to move calmly. Because in swamp the more you panic, the more down you go.   Aldous Huxley, author of The Doors of Perception, put it like this: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly… Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them…throw away your baggage and go forward. There…

  • Swahili Boat Builder Saarobo having water poured on him

    Not All Good Things Come To An End

    Sometimes you think it’s over. Moments – gone. Emotions – gone. Memories – fading. And you really think it’s over. So you accept it and move on. And then sometime later you find out, that it’s not over at all.   That’s what happened with my film in Kenya. My rusty soviet Zenit camera jammed and I ripped the film into two pieces by force. With the prying eye of one fine Italian fellow who opened my camera to have a peek what’s up with the roll, it got bombarded by millions of photons. Opened in direct sunlight on a boat on water that reflected most of it back at…

  • A homeless illusionist who is working with a thief.

    Notes from the Underground, part 1.

    The following is an excerpt from my project The Underground. It focuses on man that does not believe in society, living on the edge of it, fighting to stay on the edge of it.   It was the weekend, Saturday or Thursday, weekend for me, anyway. We were tripping with a friend and found ourselves in a bar outnumbered by the crowd. There was a gig that night at the White Elephants, my other friend Ignas, in fact my neighbor too, was on the stage. I took my drinking buddy, my fellow, and showed him and the beers he was carrying the way to the piles of chairs stacked on…

  • traveling with train in Lithuania interesting light


    When your shadow becomes more material than you, eats more, drinks more, shits more, gulps your bottle down leaving you just the last drop, all you are left with is the bottom. It seems like it always follows you one step behind, one step at a time. But that is the shade’s essence. They, just like devils, are always one step behind us humans. They will never lead, they can’t even choose the direction. All they do is confirm that, what man does. Next time you want to quench your thirst, make sure it’s yours. Don’t let other minds rule you and dirty your own washed brain.

  • man carrying a log through a swampy old forest

    Preparing For Winter

    This is a piece of what used to be a forest swamp. It got logged, but many trees have been left behind. So we would go there with my mother’s husband to saw some wood for the winter. Not much more to say about this, I just like the picture.

  • A woman in a marketplace taking her break smoking

    Don’t Stop Smoking

    Not just a smoke. Never just a smoke. A window between being and not. Life and death, if you may. And you may. Light up and let go.   Smoking kills. So does life. So what. Let’s live the moment. Let’s rise above our thinking selves. Even if just for a second. Even if just for the blink of an eye. If only just for for the flap of a butterfly’s wings. A nanosecond of life. Sometimes it’s all we need. Just that little push. To keep on going.  

  • One snowy morning in Tallinn Estonia a stranger looks into the window of a home

    Good Morning

    It all started when I began to separate our things into mine and hers. Our joys, toys and laughs that were one, became for two And the spiritual slumber began to take hold.   Words stopped coming out for fresh air. They got stuck deep down in the throat. Needed a serious toilet pump to unclog that shit. To provide an urgent air flow to the heart.   So much for having things, me and you. I burn them now.   They say scars are the jewels of a man, and thus I am a king of the inside, spiritually bloody raw, but an old soul props me up.  …