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Every cage has a size, some are small ,some are big.

I took a photo of my reflection so that within a hundred years I could recognize myself lost within the waves of tempests that may come and go leaving nothing more than a mere mortal confused and obfuscated more than before.  The past can torment us, the present may confuse us but the worst of all is the future that poses question of what is yet to come.

Woke up very early to enjoy the sunrise but it was no where to be seen. The light was however a photographers dream.

A long time has it been

Since the movement of this pencil I have seen.

A long time has passed,

Since my eyes met this orange cast,

And as time rolled and curled,

The voice of Neptune I hath heard.

“You know

You can ask a hundred questions,

For a hundred years to come,

But for a hundred years that pass,

And a hundred questions asked,

A hundred answers I cannot offer,

For those hundred answers you require,

Lie within the hundred questions you forelayed,

And that my dear friend,

Only you can answer”.

I imagined this boat as a bad dream, blurred but I know its there. Maybe the tree could be my monolith.

So I ended up returning to the starting point, my questions that is !

Only time will tell, or maybe is it that the illusion of searching in aeternum causing an unrelated expectation to an answer that might never be found or if so never accepted.

“Shadows of the Past”

Exploring hidden Paths in Cospicua

The official opening held at the Bir Mula Heritage in Cospicua on the 26th of March launched not only a collection of twelve black and white images depicting Cospicua at night but also a story of how the past of every one of us has an effect on our surroundings.

His excellency Dr Ugo Mifsud Bonnici made an official opening followed by Kevin Casha, who both gave their point of view from different perspectives.

I would like to thank amongst all Dr Ugo Mifsud Bonnici, Kevin for his openness and positive critique, Godwin Darmanin for promoting and handling the organizational process before the opening, John Vella for hosting this exhibition at the Bir Mula Heritage, and last but not least My wife for her patience.

The exhibition will be available for viewing till the end of July. Open on Saturdays and Sundays from 10:00 AM till 12:00 PM or by appointment on info@birmula.com.

This is the video taken during the exhibition thanks to Christopher Bugeja.

Some Photos of the event taken by Brian Theuma

For another year the Notte Bianca 2009 event will be held in Valletta on the 3^rd of October, all through the night till early morning.  The event will give an opportunity to the local artists to portray their works and share their inspirations with the general public.  On this event most cultural and historical places will be open for public including the Casino Maltese originally called “Casa Del Commun Tesoro”, meaning the house of the national treasury.

Once again this year I will be exhibiting some of my photographic work at the Casino Maltese in Republic Street Valletta.  Item 44 on the official Notte Bianca 2009 program is the exhibition “Reflections”, between reality and thought.  An exhibition that brings together common reflections with ones that occur through meditation and thought.

You can visit the exhibition from 18:00 to 02:00.

Another exhibition that is currently on display “La Capitale In Chiaroscuro” will also be open for public at the Trattoria Omerta. Twenty one images, in black and white, all about the capital city of Malta, Valletta.  For further information about this exhibition please click here.

Your visit to the exhibition would be highly appreciated.

Looking at my past, lost in the depths of the sea, pushed ashore today I rest on this solid ground, dried out from my luxurious shine by the scorching rays of the god of light.  Overlooking my fellow companions, watching them following the path that I hath laid.

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Listening to the ticking sound of an old clock, resting on a table now empty, wondering on thy past. Sensing the smell of a pie who’s creator rests within the world of dreams. Beside me on this table, carved with with a knife called time, rests a bunch of apples, as small as a bunch of wild berries, which in Maltese we call a “Merh”.

The window, wide open letting the cool breeze inside, helping my pencil through its scribbling symphony, wondering what else to draw, wishing no end for this timeless moment.

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