reality or illusion...

...nobody cares
Ksenija Spanec

empty

Ulf Fågelhammar

one eye on the streets

Jan Bernhardtz

Empty canvas

Michael Winnerholt

To every man

“To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.” 
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
Ksenija Spanec

Stone by stone

"The walls are built up, stone by stone; 

the fields divided one by one.
And the train conductor says,
Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break 

we've been on this shift too long"

(R.E.M. - Driver 8)

Johan Larsson

Death kept followin’, trackin’ us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing

Jonas Valthersson

petrified

Ulf Fågelhammar

looking for evidence

Jan Bernhardtz

go to gate

Ulf Fågelhammar

memories

Rhonda Boocock

do not look for me

Ulf Fågelhammar

gender study

Ulf Fågelhammar

The waiting is the hardest part

Jan Bernhardtz

Rocinante is my horse's name

Ulf Fågelhammar

the objective reality of time and space

Ulf Fågelhammar

"God will strike you, you whitewashed wall!

Jan Bernhardtz

"I used to think that I'll be able to fly one day."

...but you can't. It is a balloon thing.
Ksenija Spanec