“And there was a new music and it was timid and humble in stone
It was brown and light brown in sepia it was almost forgotten
It lays in the ditch on the side of the road you and I drove along once
And it was happy to lay there day dreaming
It’s stretched into the distance further than u ever thought possible
AND DID NOT GIVE A FUCK YOU AND I EITHER WAY”

C.O.G.




…long time's pass since I made anything in art department coz I focused myself into music projects and many other distractive processes in life (moving in Vancouver also, meaning I wast’t here over 2 yrs? Wow…time fly’s) but once u learn u cannot drop it. Right?
Here and there I will post my new pieces and the reason why?, after years and years of solitude and nomad living , I’ve been inspired to do so...my muse has finally knocked on my door and now am being blown away so I want to honor that sensation with written word - image and music of course…



“It’s always about the girl”


Another “Who?”..



New am I to this place..
Somehow traded freedom for a maze
With fingers pale
Tracing the outline of this face..
Sifting lands through the cold
Of both my hands
Folding skies, enduring lies
While the world glistens
In the tears of eyes
With foot prints welding down
To barren ground..

Movements grabbing for a star,
While the silent call
Softly echoes in the far..
And once I was a dream,
I was a clue of another “Who?”..

The question in the sigh,
The arms of a tree
While the vast looked down on me
Bent by chanting of the winds
Had I bowed to every passing cloud?
To the bird of swift flight
To mold me a special key
And release the spirit
Left to sleep within me