Lost but alive

In a whip I deleted the folder, and emptied the trash. Went swimming, came back and I just couldn´t believe what had happened. Unable to speak, unable to cry. I just stared at my computer. Went on google, the best friend in these circumstances and found some kind of programme that recovered files. Going through these files is a different matter. Once the computer starts to write over the files, they gain an immense beauty, as you can see:






I am alright now, it was a good clearout at least and I can start a new fresh start. Free of the burden of a past. But it is or was annoying, to say the least.

Crisp Summer Night

Pasillo
Generally I am not a masochist, but I decided to do this painting as some kind of therapy. I really do hope I never ever have to experience this again and the player should use it as their screensaver in order to remind themselves again and again this must never ever happen again.



Structuring Unreality
Two of my favourite players. Not playing for the same team. Don´t ask me about the title, I was short of imagination.