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I'm living on the dock of the bay: obviousely somebody arrives

The Rasta skipper starts to download                  

 The slightly straighter skipper makes drop a red tear

A stunning fact: my migrants’ fleet has been joined by a boat of a Swiss NGO, meanwhile we save the grounded boats to make them bloom. Gallery "the wars"

Still boats! If on our peninsula you’re not busy with boats, you don’t exist. If you want to go from here to Corsica you would get on some ship, if you are at your first steps in musical notation you would prefer a harp. My offer: pay one and you shall have both! Gallery "the harp boats"

Let’s proceed with some more relevant argument: some centuries ago the convicts built the villas and castles in Tamaris. Frédéric Chopin and George Sand greeted. In 54 of the last century the state paid for your bandage. After some dead’s. Ok. Gallary "my comics"

Talking about castles: our talented cartographers have listed two new castles. One on the mandarin sea, the other one with an overflying albatros. Gallery "the bagatelles"

And the castles are per definition haunted. Therefore, during the night limbs of speeches invade me, pronounced as it is common nowadays: all together. A nice cloud! Gallery "the door crownings"

Fortunately the snow is not merely verbal. Fall down lots of triangles. Find for them some organization! Gallery "little bang"

-> Gallery The Bagatelles

Over the past few months some new-borns have seen the light of my studio. Of all colours, migrants or migrated, inert or enterprising ones, wounded or happy ones, even new-born aristocrats. Nearly everything. 

In the delivery room we have worked! I call it the delivery room, but I'm not a gynaecologist nor a nurse, but simply craftsman of mall brushes, welders, toxic resins and beeswax. The becoming mums are not young women who get close to the happy end of their pregnancy, but virgin canvasses, old, recovered iron pieces and passed on manometers.