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“All’s well that ends well”

The Notte Bianca 2009 event was a definite success with so many visitors both local and foreign. I would like to thank all those who visited my exhibit “Reflections”. It is always very satisfying to see the appreciation of the viewers and also inherit their most welcomed feedback.

“Reflections” is a collection of photographs depicting the reality of a reflection in a mirror, a puddle of water, a spoon, compared with the reflection of our lives that takes the form of meditation or contemplation. The two merged together to give the viewer a wider perspective of those moments in life where we are alone, just you and yourself.

I would like to thank the organizers of the Notte Bianca event that has given life to the city of Valletta and once again proved to be a success.

Click Here to see the photos that were exhibited for the Notte Bianca event 2009.

Like footprints in the sand which slowly fade away, my thoughts swiftly flow through, whilst the wind blows my sun scorched face here in Golden Bay. The sea, symphonically rushing its way through the pebbles which rest upon the sea bed. Nothing to see accept the sun, slowly fading away in the horizon reflecting its warmth for the last moments of the day. I look up towards the skies, and all I can see is a tower, which like a chameleon has adapted to its surroundings maybe to protect itself, to survive through the turmoil of time and mankind’s greed for power.

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My current fixation with doors has dragged me down once again to Valletta, and for another time I have discovered new angles, new sides which hath remained in the dark for all the time when I visited. Today the light sheds from the warmth of the “lanterns” that have inspired me to look within even further. Accompanied by two friends to observe or appreciate further the magnificence of this place we moved along the narrow streets.

Doors in Valletta

Valletta Grand Harbour by night

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In here like an ant I rest, until the next stop, meters below the ground, I travel looking at them who in turn look back to me. No one to talk to, no one to smile to. An individualistic life, a being, a breeding host, traveling together and apart, at the same time.

Alligned London Buses on red lights.

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