Night Coccon I and II

Night Cocoon I

Night Cocoon II

Music : Nocturnal Hecate by Daemonia Nymphe

Cartoonish Orphanage

Those Dark Eyes dance in childhood Vignettes...

Photo by Alice

...there's no ballons of words for your incoherent and dictomic unconsciousness.

Music : Never turn your back on the Sea by Rapskallion

Surfing the Breaking Wave

Tea Time

How long do I have to wait for my tea to brew old...?

Photo by Alice

The Broken Eyes of the Eternal Child

Innocent Toys are playing an Old tune.

Photo by Alice

Seeking for the Truth is in every Pupil of Childhood.

Corrosion of Corruption isn’t a Flower that grows in Pure Vitreous Humor.

Can we plant a Numinous Light in the Seeds of Dawn…?

Music : Ma Beauté a Fleuri Trop Tot - Eduard Artemiev

Six is not always a Number...

...sometimes is just an Equation of a Dream.

Photo by Alice

House of Mutations

The sphere only retains density.

Photo by Alice

Light pulls by the belly, her sons and daughters.

Just ring the doorbell of her perception and enter the hallway to transformation.

Music: Stara Baba - IAM

The She Sand

From horizons of Fortress...

Photo by Alice

...into the Room of my eyes.

Music : From Dust to the Beyond by God is an Astronaut


Model : Tweezers

Switching on (or off) the Ancestor’s...?!

No Archetype lives in the Sand of Technological Myths.

Photo by Alice



Music :A Scent of a Tear by Letum

Ripping Ice...

...from the missing red Tail.

Photo by Alice

Music : Auto-Rock by Mogwai

Chthonic Mermaid in a Japanese Labyrintic Cell

"Can you rent me a Escape-Boat?"

Photo by Alice


Music : Krummi - Valravn

Guardians of Innocence.

...May stop the Red Crying coming from Pure clouds,

Photo by Alice

and unveil the Soft Sun into a Green World.

Shadow Mode

If I am a Beast, where in Hell is my Beauty?

Photo by Alice

The Warrior Woman stucked by Kitchen's Belt

She had too many legs to spin.

The bustle of the Spear make’s her tasty.

At the end of the day she can’t cook the Team’s Plate.

Music : Tagerrhabat - Ainm

*Photo by Alice

The Closed Man on a Tower

A Place as Stopped.

A man dances inside his Solitude.

There’s no Stepladder Hair on the Exit Window.

Music : Machinery of Winds - Ainm

*Photo by Alice

The Rising of Mushrooms

Little things are striking from the Black Feathers Forest

Photo by Alice

Fire Works on the Bear.

Get Grizzly as you Can

Photo by Alice and White Rabbit

Vulgar

Azul perdido na sujidade de um dia transversal.

Photo by Alice

Cidade oblíqua sem espacialidade, nos interlúdios de um pensamento fugaz.

Gate of Rules

"The Love Tale of Incautious"

Photo by Alice

I Love slow…slow but deep.
Feigned affections wash over Me.

Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations
It’s a Sleep from which you may not awaken.

You tell me that I dream too much…
Now I’m serving time in a domestic Graveyard.

Never let it be said I was Untrue
I never found a Home inside of you
I gave you all my Time…

You play the Fool while I play the Clown.

(Words by Dead Can Dance rearranged by Alice)

Music : Ritual - Paul Mercer

Paraphiliac Truth

"Immaculate Fire burning beside the Criterion of Deceit"

Photo by White Rabbit and Alice

Music : Nightmare Lullaby - Those Poor Bastards

Diz Medida

Photo by Alice

- Sua cópia de gato!
- Mas em que medida?
- Na medida do Bizarro!

Cavaleiro Meditabundo

Photo by Alice

Desembainhando o Cavalo de Latão,
Pediste 3 Onças de Concentração,
Aos pés de quem procura uma Donzela Tricotada.

Boneca vestida de Coices no meio da Colonização.
Acariciando Pulgas de Gravata, mineiras de Prata,
Cavalgou em Sela flutuante para uma distância Indígena.

Diante da Meditação Cruzada em teu olhar,
Esperaste errante na sobriedade das Leis de Ouro.
Viste-a partir na Lã dos dias de uma camisola Disparada.

Pistoleiro com Coração de Balas e face de Madeira,

Aguardas por Duelos Cauterizantes pendurados

na realidade do teu chapéu.

Wool of Wine

If you say paddle, I say noodle.

If I say flea, you say tea.

Photo by Alice

Only in the Wood of Wool we agree...

...the Wine tastes like Pine under the Red Tree.

Recorte de Antracite

Limando os Mutantes até plantar os Ossos de rosas sem Cabeça.

Photo by Alice

Não há barganhas nem brigas se de Vermelho te acenderes...

Music : Esqueletos - Tarantella

Gralha de Seda

Photo by Alice

- És um disparate!
- Sim. Um desperdício…

…no fogo de Damascos pintados,
em teu Robe de Poeira Perfumada.

Fios em Jasmim de Enxofre que vestes,
no Bico dessa Flauta Vermelha.

Rouxinol de Gabro em Pavilhão deitado,
sem deixar canção em Mármore Aceso.

Beijo de Balão esculpido nos Ramos do tecido,
que fiaste na Montanha dos Pássaros de Seda.

Arbusto Neologista numa floresta de Gelo,
ouvindo a Primavera dos Animais Desfiados.

És um disparate!

No grito de um Grilo.

Pés do Quotidiano

"Anjos do Antagonismo"

Music : Johnny Favourite - Trevor Jones

*Photos by Mad Hatter

Livro de Ferro

"O Ramo Verde"

Photo by Alice

O Grande Rei está a morrer,
Na Almofada do Esquecimento.
Pregada ao Mar pelas mãos de Oito Patas,
Áine chorou nas barbas dos Nove Oceanos.

Music : Closure - Arcana

A Lavadeira

"Lavando os Sonhos"

Photo by Alice

Trabalha seriamente.

Mas, não leves o trabalho a sério...

The sweetest Hair of last Summer

"A broken Pigtail"

Photo by Alice

Music : I Am Goodbye - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

Ballerina Blues

Delicate dance without the Chiffon Smile

Photo by Alice

Apocalyptic Breakfast

My Ragnarok morning comes with Scrambled Eggs and rusty Toasts

Photo by Alice

Ageing

The Candy-Colors outside

Photo by Alice

Egg Lab

Some experiments can blow your Head Off

Photo by Alice

O Elefante

Photo by Alice

Musica : In the Garden of Souls - Vas

Climbing Crab

Under de Sea of City Trash

Photo by Alice

Smoke of Comfort

Some Boats never sail...

Photo by Alice

Scrapbook

Riding between the lines,

of open spaces

in my memory

*Photo and Work by Alice