top the way we dance
top fragility
top love in the absence of friendship
top you danced me to the end of love

portrait

top love hurts

some muslim women are kept as slaves. literally.

top no name man
top belief
top for your eyes only

a few weeks back i flew to tbilisi to prepare for an exhibition. in my luggage i had one picture which is very dear to me. it showed a maria-face on a piece of cardboard which i had found in the garbage and its name was "ave maria in the industrial age". it is my reflection on modern spirituality.

on the airport i came around one corner and there were three woman sitting/lying on the ground, in full-body-cover like some muslims do.

i realize i am still in shock. these women were by all means and purposes ... slaves. would i have passed by, shyly avoiding eye contact, had it been three half naked black men with iron chains around their ankles?

top four reasons
top the times i knew